Wordful Wednesday and Holes in the Bathroom

I'm really not that into memes. I'm just not that into them, but for the last few weeks everywhere I go, there's Wordful Wednesday. I know there's the meme where you post a photo and that's that, that's it, nothing, nada, zippo, and I always think, "so where's the rest of the story."

What can I say, I just can't resist a long, drawn out story that ends up being about nothing and leads the listener to wonder just why exactly she, or he, initially considered the story worthy of telling in the first place. Well, let's just say, I got tons of said dronings stored for the telling.

Which is why Wordful Wednesday seemed more my style.



Oh yeah, by the way, our bathroom is disastrous right now and it's been that way for almost two months now.

When we moved into this house back in September, the bathroom floor was entirely carpet.

Yep. Carpet.

Who in the world thinks to put carpet in a bathroom?

The irony in all this bathroom carpet mess? The rest of our house is completely hardwood. Oh, and more irony? The carpet was actually pretty luxurious. But in the bathroom? It wasn't flying with me.

We had put the bathroom carpet debacle on the top of the remodel priority list, but needless to say, life happened.

And I often laid awake at night thinking about what was secretly lurking in the carpet and about how we were walking on germy bathroom carpet and spreading it all over the house and how then after walking all over the bathroom carpet we'd then get into our beds and spread the potty germs to our beds and how the germs would then creap up the sheets as we slept.

And then the incident happened. Let's just say some yucky stuff happened with Kaydn Rye and some lactose intolerance and that the carpet had seen its last days in the bathroom.

So, that night, at probably 9 at night, I started ripping up the carpet only to find about five layers of weirdo linoleum and at the very bottom, some rotted hardwood.

So before our wonderful natural slate tile could be laid we had some work to do, and the Thursday before last I spent the entire day in town stocking up on absolutely everything I could at the Super Wal-Mart, and this is what I came home to. Hubby had been working diligently on tearing apart my entire bathroom while I was gone, and while my bathroom right now is half-tiled, half cement board, I no longer dream about the horrors of bathroom germs in my bed at night.

Now, once the floor is done I can work on ridding my home of the absolutely horrific wallpaper on the bathroom walls, and maybe after that I'll hit up the bathtub with a good glazing. The '70s are long gone baby.



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