Pictures And Strippers

I have no new pearls of wisdom to impart. I’m still pissed about the mid-terms.

Little Italy in the LES, NYC.

A fabulous little place in Miami Beach

Sunrise in Narabeen, Australia.

A tiny town in NSW, Australia.

I have also undertaken the task of renewing my wooden floor in the hallway. I took out my hand sander, followed the youtube directions that I googled, sanded like crazy and wasn’t too happy with the results. Then I took to a chemical varnish stripper. 😉

Ok, so it is a hallway and a path to every necessity- bathroom, kitchen, bedrooms all have to be approached by this route. I fecking warned everyone.

Son came down the stairs yesterday and I heard a big thud, followed by *JHC* and a few groans. I found him in the middle of the paint stripper (that you are warned to keep away from.)  He was pissed that he hadn’t managed to break an arm because he had an exam today.

Earlier, hubby came in. I pointed to the stripper spots on the floor and I warned him! Of course he forgot and came bounding out of my lovely dining room that he has now turned into an office. Grrrrrrrr…. He nearly went flying, but managed to hold his balance. Damn.

My family think that my renovations are a dangerous practice. Perhaps I am trying to get rid of the feckers? 🙂

I have a horrid feeling that I should have hired the pros.