While Jack and Joe were kindly removing my carpet, my friend Ben, former Home Depot employee extraordinaire, happened to call to see if I needed any help. I am so lucky to have burly friends who ooze testosterone and own trucks. Shortly after the first set of manly men shipped out, Ben showed up, pleading to let me take him to the carpet store to help pick out my new carpet. I thought that was odd but awesome, so off we went. I'm getting a killer deal per sq. yard (or something) on a pretty boring carpet, but who wants to be adventurous with carpet color? I don't want some funhouse, I want a condo! With Ben's home depot expertise and Larry the Great Floors guy with "as much experience as [my] age doubled," we picked a good one and good-quality padding to go underneath. Ole' Larry served us well.

 

After being "floored" (heh heh) by Larry, Ben and I headed to the one, the only, Home Depot. The 'pot has got more products than I ever even wanted to know existed. I felt like the luckiest gal there because I doubt anyone else had a former home depot employee as their personal shopping companion. We bought this stuff called KILZ (written just like that, possibly with an exclamation point) to prime the walls and the quikrete. And we got stuff to paint with and paint chips to bring back. We went home and gave that floor the ultimate spa treatment (scraped off all remaining padding/glue, swept, mopped with soapy water, mopped with bleachy water, swept, mopped, swept, etc. blah blah blah KILZ blah blah blah). And now it is as clean as a whistle.

 

I can't wait to move all my stuff into my whistle!