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spookyeviloneDue to Bad House Foo, I have relocated to an apartment across the street from work. It's 600 sq ft, so it has been duly named Chez Stamp. Side benefit of this is that people at work think I'm going to some sort of exclusive club when I say I'm going to "the Stamp". This amuses me more than it probably should.
Today we finish the hardwood floor. That Guy is coming over to help me make it as good as it's going to get before the finish is actually applied.
The cats were relocated last night. You wouldn't think they'd find anywhere to hide in 600 sq ft with no furniture in it, but I seem to have lost one cat. Oddly enough, it's the littlest boo who's being all brave and exploring. Usually he's a sissy bitch, but apparently not today. Which also amuses me more than it probably should.
All this amusement could possibly be a side effect of the rubbing alcohol + bleach + other chemical cleaner fumes.
Possibly.
Today we finish the hardwood floor. That Guy is coming over to help me make it as good as it's going to get before the finish is actually applied.
The cats were relocated last night. You wouldn't think they'd find anywhere to hide in 600 sq ft with no furniture in it, but I seem to have lost one cat. Oddly enough, it's the littlest boo who's being all brave and exploring. Usually he's a sissy bitch, but apparently not today. Which also amuses me more than it probably should.
All this amusement could possibly be a side effect of the rubbing alcohol + bleach + other chemical cleaner fumes.
Possibly.