Okay, so as most of you know, my dad and I started remodeling today. First day is always demolition. We got A LOT done. We put an entry way into a wall. We tore apart an huge island. We pulled up carpeting in one room. Two trips to the dump.
The island was the biggest bitch. For some unexplainable reason, whoever built it decided they wanted counter space that could withstand nuclear attack. I shit you not (I don't get that phrase at all, but whatever). They put a three inch thick slab of steel rebarb reinforced concrete on it. The framing was so heavy duty that I'm pretty sure you could have put a few tons on the damn thing and it wouldn't budge. It took about and hour and a half to two hours to take the thing apart. Obviously the slab was too heavy to move in one piece so I took the back end of an ax (the only thing close to a sledgehammer we have) and beat the crap out of it.
I'm completely beat. But I don't mind, I'm helping bring my mom's dream to life. Oh, and you all better frequent the shop when it's done or I'm going use that ax again before I starve to death and/or move away.
I was supposed to meet Sidney and her siblings...?.... at the movies tonight, but I never did see them, so I watched Year One by my lonesome. It was pretty good, not sure it was worth the full 8 bucks, but I got a few laughs. Sorry I missed you Sidney.
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Hair... I'm so sad over this whole thing. So the story goes... I left work. I hadn't heard from you yet but was still going to go. I went to cash my check, didn't work because apparently I am not a real person because my SS# isn't on file. Anyway, I was going to call your house, but you weren't in the phone book and my phone died. I'm sorry that you had to watch the movie alone and that you had to spend 8 bucks. I would've purchased your ticket if I was a real person. I went home. Is there anything out right now that you want to see since you already saw year one? I have money now.
You also know what sucks?
When people cant pour concrete correctly, so you have to bust out the hammer and chisel and make things fit. Not fun.
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