To give you a hint, let's just say that I haven't felt the need to wash my hands as often now that the living room floor looks like this:
But let's rewind. Here's what the floor looked like approximately 48 seconds before
It looks innocent enough from this safe distance (and it's even safer if you're looking at from the comfort of your home which may or may not be within 1000 miles of it), but upon close inspection, we discovered stains that made me squirm. Rick, being a gentleman, offered to lay down his jacket over the carpet so I wouldn't have to walk on it, but then decided it would make more sense to just remove said carpet. Not to mention that this alternative would save severe wear and tear on his poor coat. So, down on his knees he went:
When he finished yanking up the carpet itself, we discovered this:
Now, I'm sure most carpet pads have stains. In fact, it would probably be unusual for them not to. But the fact that they were not my stains and could have been created by anything from a spilled can of Coke to--(well, we won't go there) was enough cause for me to want to high-tail it out of the room and not come back unless armed with a Hazmat suit. In the interest of not generating yet another eye-roll from my husband, though, I instead forged ahead by crawling around the perimeter of the room yanking out the staples holding the above gem to our hardwood floors. Rick took care of the tack strips and molding that we needed to remove in order to finish the job.
|Rick's favorite feature of this picture is circled above. Can you tell what it is?|
|I'm ready for my close-up.|
Hooray for stain-free floors! :)
Linking this to the Tatertots & Jello weekend wrap-up party!