Living in an old house, we're used to things like cracks, peeling paint, stains that you can't explain...you know, normal things.
Most people just accept those things as character and leave it be. Me? Not so much.
I'm one of those people if I see peeling paint...I pick at it. Pickpickpickpickpick until the next thing I know I've picked/peeled half of the paint off of a door. It's like an obsession. Neil always gets suspicious if I text him in the middle of the day looking for a razor blade, a pry bar, or the heat gun. He usually knows he's going to come back to a mess made by his OCD wife.
Anyway, the curiosity got to the best of us in the kitchen. Tired of the ugly pink and white vinyl floor, we did what most home owners would do. Pull out a saw and cut down to see what the hell is underneath. Because surely it can't be worse right?
That putrid green (with an accompanying putrid smell) is linoleum. Much like what we experienced in our bathroom floor re-do. Neil and I were just THRILLED TO PIECES to learn that we had 200 sq. ft of that ugly stuff that needed to come up. But the bigger question remained, what was underneath? We got a little bit of the linoleum up and PRAISE JESUS - hardwoods are underneath. Tragically, just like the bathroom, the linoleum has been applied directly to the hardwoods.
So take a guess about what we're going to be posting about?
All because curiosity got the best of us.
Anyone else have this problem?