Frances wants to know what we are doing with her snack tray
Snack tray, aka -- our kitchen floor, and not just the food which gets dropped there, but the actual flooring seemed to appeal to our dear dog.
A common scene in our home:
Rich: "What does the dog have in her mouth?"
Me -- peeling back the lips and prying open the dangerous jaws of the beast -- "The kitchen floor."
It was time, my friends -- time.
Naturally, once we began the flooring project and all was going swimmingly -- Rich went in the laundry room for something and noticed a bunch of water on the floor.
...Upon investigation, it was the air conditioning unit and water was everywhere, including having seeped into the closet on the other side of the wall (I knew I was smelling funkiness!). The closet is carpeted, so everything had to come out. The room with the exploded mess was in-law clean just a couple hours prior to that shot.
Luckily, we found the issue -- it was ants blocking the overflow tube. That project took precious flooring time away, but we made up for it the next day before we left for our anniversary weekend. I was happy to sacrifice the play time -- actually, putting in flooring is playtime for me -- with each board lain, less and less of that ugly, stained, crappy one could be seen. Sometimes beauty=happy.
Note to TTQ -- that vacuum cleaner is pink! It's the breast cancer edition and I feel just like I'm playing with a grown up Barbie toy when I use it (hey, I take all the thrills I can get -- fuckin housework).