We are at Caroline's house. Caroline is hubby's father's girlfriend (father's shacking up with her). We're still here. Still. It's Thursday, our floors should be done. Are they? No, they are not. They cleaned them, did nothing for a day, put a paper-thin layer of concrete on, then put another paper-thin layer of concrete. That was as of about 1pm today; perhaps they have touched everything up or put another layer down, stained everything, and sealed it and it really will be done on schedule tomorrow so we can move back in.
I doubt it.
Not that Caroline's is hellish or anything, I just want to be back home.
I doubt it.
Not that Caroline's is hellish or anything, I just want to be back home.
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Date: Aug. 9th, 2002 09:03 am (UTC)From: