Our living room floor was originally covered in a corpse-gray carpet the exact color of day 16 in solitary confinement. For the past year, the idea of replacing that carpet has been gnawing, like some sort of cranial termite, at the brain of my beautiful decorator wife.
“We could put in tile,” she said. “Or laminate. You like laminate, don’t you?”
I pointed out that, if we weren’t careful, tile could make our living room look like an oversized, under-plumbed bathroom. But it was true that I did like laminate.
And so we found ourselves at Home Depot at 9:00 PM, awkwardly hoisting long, dense boxes of wooden flooring into a shopping cart while the kids skipped up and down the aisle playing “How sharp is this tool?” to keep themselves occupied. Good news: no hernias. Other good news: Neither child needed stitches.
So how’s your week so far?
