Happy weekend! I really wanted to sleep in this morning, but we are getting new carpet upstairs. Finally. And seeing as how the worker men wanted to move my bed, they sort of kicked me out of it.
When we first moved in, we had no money so we paid for virtually NO UPGRADES whatsoever except for a door that would lead from the garage to the side yard and a fan in the half bathroom (the hubby insisted on this because of . . . well . . . I guess sometimes he has to do some business that is of a pressing matter and cannot wait until he makes it upstairs). The carpet was the lowest of the low with the lowest padding ever in the world called CONCRETE.
Foster and Sydney chewed up what little padding there was when they were puppies. And they peed on it when they were puppies. And then they peed on it when they were old. Poor babies.
Then Murphie peed on it when she was a little puppy (she is still a puppy, but she can basically get down the stairs in one leap and then take another leap to the doggy door) so basically our existing carpet is the most disgusting thing you’ve ever seen even though we have rented those carpet cleaners and febreezed it to death and lysoled it and scrubbed it and done whatever else we could to make it look as if it was clean.
And now you know why you were never allowed upstairs.
But now it’s time. Fifteen years later — FIFTEEN YEARS LATER — we are getting the good stuff, people. I told the hubs that we can’t make any plans tonight because my plan is to roll around on the new carpet all night.
And that’s my Five for Fraturday.
Just kidding. But a couple of more paragraphs about our carpet and I could call this a blog post and be done.