The monster in the basement
That would be me. That would be I. I am moving into the basement.
My real estate broad turned up on Saturday and said, “you’re right! The floors do look like shit with the carpets removed! Let’s get a quote on having them refinished.”
Oh, let’s. The quote wasn’t so bad, actually. God knows how good a job they’ll do (“well, I can pretty much guarantee they won’t sand any divets in it!” REB said brightly). But it means the cats and I have to slink off and live in the basement for a week. On a mattress. On the floor.
It’ll be just like college! Only, with less dope. And eye makeup.
January 28, 2008 — 7:57 pm
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