Around Chez Ragged we are doing what I like to call the "money dance" these days. It's tax season and since I have virtually nothing to deduct, my taxes are simple, I file them early and I always get a refund.
Yesterday I checked out my bank account to learn that yes, indeed, my windfall (said sarcastically) had been deposited. I immediately launched into my version of "We're In the Money" and e-mailed Cynical with the big news. His first thought was food. My first thought was, well not quite so much fun.
I had been talking for months about how this great fortune would be spent. I had spent that money over and over and over again, but now it was time to make the decision. And after very little thought: I want refinished hardwood floors. That's my wish.
Boring, eh? There was a time when my refund was put to uses such trips to Chicago, online music ordering frenzies, new clothes and festivities of all sorts. But, I am a big girl now and that cashola is put toward, let's say, more "practical" adventures such as said hard wood floors.
You see whenever we moved into the new place, we made some immediate changes, but left the stained, ugly and cheap carpet down as a padding of sort to absorb our renovational messes. It was an expense that could wait. However, after cleaning, blotting and vacuuming more times than I can count, I want them out of there. I want them to disappear and I want the hardwood beneath them to shine like the sun. That's what I want. That's all I want. And I will be a happy, happy woman. . . forever until the end of time. (cue George Michael song.)
To heck with weekend trips and clothes shopping excursions. Out with sound systems and expanded music collections, in with easy to maintain glistening floors.
I am definitely a grown up now.
Friday, February 24, 2006
I'm a big girl now
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New hard wood floor sound absoltely delightful! Doing that kind of project is always tough to live through, but SO worth it in the end.
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Look at it this way, the more you are an adult now, the quicker you get all the adult things taken care of (house stuff, debt stuff, retirement plan stuff), and can revert back to childhood. That's my plan, anyway.
Grown-up? :. (
But I like shiny new things too...
You'll need a Swiffer mop and those fabu Swiffer sheets. Dual purpose, floor and dusting.
New floors? Hard wood? Color me green. My taxes went to insurance and property tax...oh, and large dogs! I guess large dogs can be my hard wood floors.
A grown-up? Say it ain't so. Somewhere in Neverland a fairy just bit the dust.
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