Looks like I might lose Roomie. The past twenty-four hours have proved to be somewhat insightful - at least for me. Perhaps that's what perpetuated the over abundance of abusive terminology that I possess. Hmmm, I think it's when I called him redneck, trailer-trash - then qualified it with... oh yeah, "pig shit" that I could have crossed the line.
Of course, I immediately apologized (pussy that I am) and Roomie says, "I DON'T except your apology". Well, shit! Where do you go from there? I'm glad we don't have a gun in the house 'cause someone be missing somethin' after this evening.
Just another reason to move on.
Dining room is going better. The wood trim turns out to be heart of pine. If I had the time and where fore all, I'd strip and stain it, but that is suicide right now. Time is running out on my dining room completion schedule, especially if I'm leaving for Arizona early, but this little be-atch will get done. Too bad sanding wood makes such a mess - it's good therapy and exercise.
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