April
2006
Feng shui is for wusses
The kitchen redecorating saga is far from being over. I sweettalked Claudiu, a co-worker from the boiler room to lend us his angle grinder. Why, you ask? Because I felt the need to get rid of the pipes that were used for our old heating sistem. So the pipes had to be cut.
What I didn’t know when I asked for the aforementioned angle grinder - which by the way looks like this - is that it’s a mean machine. The noise could wake a comatose turtle in the neighbouring county and make it run for cover. The sparks fly around it like a swarm of angry fireflies. If you make a mistake, you find three of your fingers splattered on the window in half a second. Mean, I tell you. So Robi cut two pipes with it, making miss T cry and me put the music on REAL LOUD and gave up because his arms went numb and his eardrums went on strike. Not to mention that the plastic foil we put on the furniture was really looking forward to catch fire from the sparks. So he instead resorted to fill the cracks in the walls with quick-dry putty - an activity that looked a lot less sexy than the previous one. Sigh.
In completely other news, I started making a big gobelin tapestry for Timi’s room. 100 stitches/square cm. Go me.
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Next time sweettalk Claudiu to cut the pipes himself. Just my two cents.
That would have been the easy solution, yes - unfortunately his wife is too jealous to not take a request like that the wrong way.