Living in a subfloor wasteland

For the faithful followers of this ever-so-personal-blog, today's blog is a much anticipated sequel to Indoor Waterfalls ......Here's a question...Who has ever taken all of the furniture out of a part of their dwelling, removed all of the flooring, and then tried living there? Ooh ooh! Pick me! Pick me! Yes, that's right. I now live in a subfloor wasteland where voices (and barks) constantly echo. Where there was once beauteous hardwood and plush furniture, there is only plywood and the occasional piece of forgotten tar paper. Nothing thrills me more than coming downstairs in the morning for breakfast and catching my socks on remaining staples. Mmmmm, the joy of homeownership.

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I received a call the other day from the tile guy who seemed confused. He was not sure why there was no house-key left outside when he decided to "unexpectedly" stop by to take some measurements. I told him I was sorry and didn't realize he was coming. If he called I would've made arrangements for him to be there. (Sounds normal enough, right?) He went on to say that after looking through my windows, he didn't think there was any way that anyone could be living there. (this is where my faith in his tile skills begin to diminish) "I agree that it looks sparse inside (thank you for looking so hard) but surely you saw my 2 ferocious beasts looking back at you." He then said, "Oh ya...I met your dogs" My first thoughts are 1) are you the type of person that thinks it's normal to leave animals behind when you move out? and 2)Hello?? 2+2 folks. Where there are dogs, there are owners!!! I ended the conversation after he told me that to make a 2 inch single straight cut on each tile would cost me an additional $1.50 per sq ft on top of the $6 per sq ft he was already charging me in labor alone to install tile. Ya. Thanks but No. I will pick a different pattern. Let's just hope that despite this guy's lack of deductive reasoning, he knows his tile.

For everyone wondering what we do during dinner time, the following is a picture of the latest in home dining decor.

Yes, we now eat at dog level. The pups don't mind. They actually don't bother us much except for the fact that Neo seems annoyed that we have commandeered his cushy bed. Nala eats her bone right along side of us.