Let me back up.
A couple of months ago, our fridge leaked water underneath our laminate wood flooring, ruining it. The ruined planks have been pulled up for a while as we figured out what we wanted to replace it with, deciding eventually on slate tile. I figured we'd eventually make a trip to the home improvement store and together buy the supplies. We would then spend a weekend putting it all together. Nope. I came home from work on Monday to a drunk Sam who demanded I change clothes and take him to the store, he needed a different blade for the table saw. I was a bit taken aback, possibly because he had woken me up at 5am that morning to help him look for his wallet that he had to left in our bedroom. I politely inquired as to whether he might have left it at work. Nope, he never does that. After fruitless searching, he left to get to his unforgivably early meeting at work...where he found his wallet. Anyway, to my sleep deprived amazement after being told to change clothes, I saw that he he been very, very busy. The remaining damaged laminate flooring had been pulled up and the damaged planks that extended past the kitchen had been replaced, leaving the kitchen floor bare and clean, ready for new tile. Around the corner was a pile of slate tile and other tile supplies. Alcohol and/or taking showers brings out his creative-thinking process. I've told him that whenever we get around to designing and building our future home, I'm going to keep bringing home booze and encouraging him to shower. Hopefully, his liver will be able to take it. He's of Scottish ancestry, so he should.
Anyway, I drove my slurring husband to the store to get a new blade, he did some alcohol-induced ranting about stupid drivers. Admittedly, sober or drunk, we both ranted about stupid drivers. Atlanta is full of them. So we returned with the new blade and got to work. Sam had never tiled before with slate but he never lets inexperience intimidate him, he just pushes forward and does it. It's one of the most amazing things about him. I get intimidated by not knowing, I let my inexperience and fear paralyze me from even trying. I have a huge fear of failure that has always kept me back. But not Sam. He embraces it. And I love that!
So by the time midnight rolled around, our neighbors hated us from the constant sound of a table saw (that eventually broke), we were covered head to toe in dust, and the floor was almost completely tiled.
I had to chuckle because we've gotten no home improvement projects done since my husband decided to stop drinking. He had a prostate problem and figured it was better for his health. We had three cracked tiles in the middle of the kitchen floor. I finally hired someone to do the job.
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