carpet is great!

...for moose to poop on. and i don't mean that in a Triumph the Insult Comic Dog kinda way. Our recent trip back home was Moose's first experience with a house sitter. Moose failed. Mostly he failed on the carpet downstairs, a lot.

So i steam cleaned the entire downstairs. and then i steam cleaned the entire downstairs again. then i had a professional come by and steam clean the entire downstairs. Then i just said "f-it" and we ripped out the carpet entirely.

it was concrete in the main room but alas, my office and our bedroom also had some very attractive asbestos vinyl tile.

i wouldn't say that either of us was particularly thrilled about any of it.

but we got it out of there.
i couldn't move the next day (asbestos related issue or not?...you decide!),
but i still think it was worth it.

this is the proper way to remove toxic material from your home:
break it into a million pieces and be sure to not wear a mask.

Moose protested in his laziest manner.
He really can get his point across with little to no effort.

"i could be sleeping on any of this 600 square feet of concrete
but i choose this 3 by 3 patch of poocarpet instead. i am awesome."

so the grand plan is that we have to have a concrete guy level out the flooring and then we are going to throw down some engineered wood floors. we're going to do it ourselves to save money and to also make sure that at every point in our lives, we will be working on a basement. it is how we are happiest, apparently.

Neil started his job today. Moose has remembered that he is housebroken. and i am still waiting for my license to transfer.

and shane and t's little baby girl arrived yesterday. but why would anyone care about that when i have such exciting poo carpet stories to tell?


When Finney was born, i wanted to go to the place where you look at all the babies through the glass like in the movies. then someone informed me that those don't exist anymore because of all the creepos who ruin it for everyone else. but at this hospital, there is kind of one of those rooms. you can watch them wash the babies and weigh them and also see when they get their little footprints (i so just wanted to type "teensyfootsyprinties", but then you'd throw up, right?) done. So we, and some other random baby onlookers, got to see Camille's first bath, although her mom and dad didn't. that's weird, right?

so, Denver's human population just went up by one, as did Denver's number of employed residents. me? i just kill carpets with the assistance of my toxic dog.