The king is getting to old. Just spent a few enjoyable hours ripping out the carpet in my sons room. That wasn't bad. It was the hours bending over and pulling up all the staples that was the killer.
That was just the beginning. We're getting rid of all our carpeting in the house. We think that the carpeting is causing allergies in myself, Mocha-momma and JR. We haven't decided yet what we're going to lay down on top of the sub-floor, but we're leaning towards some sort of free-floating wood thingy from IKEA. I'm leaving that decision up to Mocha-momma. She's the brains of the operation, I'm just the laborer.
The reference to 'handyman' is an inside joke with Mocha-momma and me. If given an aptitude test with anything to do that requires a guy to be a handyman, I'd probably rank in about the bottom 10th percentile. I've done some carpentry, plumbing and car things; but it probably takes me on average about 5 times longer than someone who knows what they're doing.
My proudest and crowning achievement to date was taking my desktop p.c. apart and adding memory and a new graphic card. Peanuts to some of you, like doing brain surgery to me; thankfully the patient survived and we've been using it for about 5 years now.
I'm no Norm Abrams; but luckily Mocha-momma found some other redeeming qualities that she found attractive in me.
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