Because we just destroyed ours.
Background: 80% of the new house is wood floors. A small family room has carpet, and the foyer and bathrooms are tile. The kitchen was also tile. Note the past tense.
Last night Andy was preparing to pound away at the tile like the he-man he is, and the doorbell rang.
We opened the door, half expecting some kind of law enforcement wanting to know what we “kids” were doing in this grown up house, and found Jessica and Lane! Our sweet friends from small group had ridden their bikes over.
Fair Warning: It is a dangerous thing to do a “pop by” on a renovator. You are apt to get handed a hammer and asked to help a little.
Thankfully they were up to the challenge. Andy dubbed Lane the powerhouse and together they literally demolished the tile floor.
I think Lane looks proud. Or maybe resentful.
We let our friends go home and proceeded to do the toughest part of renovation – the clean up!
With the tile gone we just have to rip up the plywood and another layer of linoleum. Don’t you love how I say we all the time? I mean Andy. Andy does all the heavy lifting. I scrape wall paper like it’s my job.
On a random note, the previous owners left us a little friend in our front yard. The ceramic bunny is missing an eye. It’s creepy and yet amazing. At the same time.