See I had this idea. I had this wonderful romantic idea that if I ripped up the carpet in my house that there would be hardwood floors that I could refinish (or at the least paint--'cause that's kind of popular right now) and my carpet would be gone and my life would be wonderful.
And then we came to. . .
Oh no. . .
You know, it's not so bad, maybe we can just scrape up those patches and sand them down a little. It shouldn't take too mu--
Curse you wretched home-unimprover who did this to my floor who know's how long ago.
My dad wasn't really interested in refinishing hardwood, and now I have to admit defeat and go along with his plan: a new sub-floor and fake flooring. We only have two more years here after all--it's more practical. So there goes my crazy idea.
Speaking of crazy ideas: Who's idea was it to fill our homes up with all kinds of unnecessary furniture--like couches? Seem's like my boys would be perfectly content without any.