Then we managed to wedge it sideways out the kitchen door to the front foyer where the rollers quit working. So we found a set that Bill had acquired and attempted to get them under the fridge. They kept sliding out as there were big round metal things underneath the backside. Talk about a stressful situation. The fridge had been unplugged for 3 hours by then. I kept suggesting that we could borrow our neighbor's dolly but he kept insisting it wouldn'’t help. Not my idea of a pleasant Saturday afternoon. Long story short: The fridge finally got moved to the living room, and all the tiles peeled off the floor very easily. Then the boards had to be screwed down as they never had been when the floor had first been laid!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You must note that these houseÂ’s were built by a company who hired a bunch of my teenaged friends to spend a few summer pretending to be contractors. I guess I canÂ’t blame them as they were young and usually drunk or high the majority of the time.
So this is what the floor looks like now:
I cant wait to post the after pictures! Now our place looks like a hillbilly house...fridge in the living room:
The highlight of my day was watching the sun come up this morning, reflecting off a very calm and still lake:
Hope tomorrow is a better day than today!
2 comments:
I feel your pain, Sweety. Next time, buy a smaller fridge, replace your husband or just tear down the house and get a new one with wood flooring previously installed.
Anonymous was me, Cat.
Ignore the second choice. Bill isn't just handy; he's handsome.
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