My parents have been hemming and hawing over redoing their kitchen floor for about 5 years now. They have a lovely shade of yellowish vinyl floor that is pulling away from the wall and turning up at the seams. My mom is a full bred Italian Stallion (kinda like I’m auctioning a horse; do I hear a $1000) so a good portion of the day is spent in the kitchen doing cooking. And by good portion, I mean at least 18 plus hours a day. Believe me, I can show you mark that remains on my left ass cheek from her wooden spoons.
They decided to finally pony up the money and put in a nice tile floor over the existing vinyl. In honor of this glorious floor conversion, I thought it was only appropriate that I get to make my final mark on the floor. There are certain things you should experience in life; jumping out of a plane, a hangover so bad you vow never to drink again, finally being able to color on your mom’s floor without her yelling at you. And we are not just talking crayons or colored pencils here. We are going heavy duty, top of the line, pulling out the big guns; PERMANENT MARKER…….it smells so good.
Don’t lie to yourself, if you had the chance you would have jumped on this bandwagon faster than I can say Team Edward or Team Jacob. When else would have such creative freedom. And not just freedom, but PERMANENT freedom; to write whatever your heart desires and there could be no consequence to it. This and squeezing out an entire tube of toothpaste into the sink are top goals for me. Mostly just for shits and giggles. I figure, if I at least use a coupon to buy the toothpaste then I’m not really wasting that much money. LISTEN LADY, I could so philosophize with the best of them.
The best part of this story is that, the next day, when the contractors came to begin installing the backer board and tile, they used my drawings as guides to determine how much of the floor that had completed. Who says I’m not helpful? What. What.