Jeff and I are thinking about installing hardwood floors. Ourselves. And by "Jeff and I" what I really mean is that I'm having a hard time convincing Jeff that this is a bad idea. I'm pretty handy, but I really feel as though this project may be a bit out of our league. After all, we put eight holes in the wall attempting to hang curtains. Not counting the one where I slammed the door in frustration and it bounced back so hard that the doorknob went through the drywall.
We'll have to tear up all the carpet in the new house anyways, because that stuff is…I have no words for how bad the carpet is. I can only assume the former owners enjoyed many a food fight. As in like, every day. Perhaps multiple times.
The thing about hardwoods is, you don't have to vacuum them. Because vacuuming is the devil. I hate it. I hate the way it smells and the way it sounds and the way the stupid bag explodes every single time you try to empty it. My hatred for vacuuming is such that I am tempted to give in to this do-it-ourselves idea of my husband. Talk me down.
