And that happens when I get a burr up my rear end to see the glorious original hardwood that I SWEAR IS UNDER THERE! Only, it’s not. There is just this hideous brown junk that still smells like 1972. And under that is an even more ancient layer of…something.
Just like that, an item on my house wish list has suddenly moved up to the #1 spot on the must-do list. That is, unless I want to be stuck with this forever…