I am so tired.
Yesterday I thought I'd get up and do some yard work - it was a fine day to complete such tasks. I went to Menard's and got some grass seed, some fertilizer, a rake, gloves, a seed spreader, etc, etc. I then attacked the back yard.
The back yard was in dire need of some TLC. The prior owners/tenants of my house had a dog and they not only left me three garbage bags full of dog doo but a very spotty lawn and a huge bare spot where they had chained their pet. I decided to take on almost the whole thing.
I rake and poked and whacked and chopped and raked some more. Then my girlfriend came over so I put her to work too. She raked up all the dead yellow stuff while I continued the aforementioned activities. I have blisters. Anyway, it got to be too windy so I haven't yet planted any of the grass seed.
This would have been a good time for my girlfriend to find something else to do. We came into the house and I showed her my discovery behind the couch -- under the carpeting I have oak hardwood floors! She should have ran away right then.
I never really liked that carpet much anyway.
We moved the couches, chairs, stereo/tv, etc, and then I started yanking up the pinkish burgundy carpet. The floors were in pretty good shape! Whoo-hoo! We kept going. Rolling, ripping, pulling up staples, carefully removing the tack strips along the edges, scrubbing, sweeping, getting cut, bleeding, cussing, sweating...
While this was going on, my GF also cleaned light fixtures, dusted off the curtain rods and washed up all my curtains! She's a sweet one, eh?
We rolled it up towards the front door and after maneuvering the big things around (quite a chore) we got it ready for final extraction. We propped open the door, grabbed on tight, and slid the whole dusty bundle out to the front yard. Wow.
Now I have carpeting in my garage. In a big roll. Sitting there. Taking up space. Blah. What do I do with it?