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I had a rough first half of the day. I was unpleasant and annoyed. Why? Because I felt stuck. I was tired of looking at the ripped up floor in the basement. It's been that way for over a week. I am not used to waiting for things if that makes sense. If I decide to do something I do it. B is of the opposite mentality. She hems and haws and worries and debates. So trying to get her to spend $1200 is a challenge. Is there a better deal? Can we look at other options? Can we live with it? NO NO NO. Just fucking do it. But before we can do the floor, we have to rip off the baseboard. And we have to do this and we have to do that. I was getting more annoyed by the second. It didn't help that there were these children things still here.

I did go out in the morning and get them bagels. I was supposed to eat one too, but I was just so grrr I didn't want it.

Their mother came and picked them up around noon and we showed her BF what we are up to and he said he would be glad to help us. He showed some pictures of his previous house and the work he did. I trust him to do our stuff. I hate to admit to B but he's a nice guy. She has a chip on her shoulder about him because he was kind of a dick a while back when they broke up for a while. I don't blame her, but looking at each situation uniquely, he's not a bad dude. Regardless, he has a truck and can help up pick up the flooring and help us install it. So I said fuck it and we put things in motion. We went out and we first stopped at B's grandparents to see how her grandfather is doing after his surgery. He isn't having back pain for the first time in like a year. He was so happy. I could immediately tell he was doing better.

Around 6 we went out for Mexican food. FINALLY found a real place. One that serves stuff like I am used to having. Nothing of this bullshit white people tex-mex or taco bell crap. Real food. I was very happy. On the way back we went to Home Depot and got the primer and paint to start the work. And that is how we spent our evening until about midnight. Priming the basement. Ripping off baseboard, removing plates, covering stuff, etc. Today we paint. Then I think we will make the drive to purchase the floors and then send the BF to pick them up on Monday. I can't put them in my car. We're looking at almost 1000 pounds of flooring. By the time I get back from Milwaukee, the basement should be much closer to being done.

Speaking of Milwaukee, that's assuming I can go. It snowed about 5 inches last night and there's more coming. I may not be able to get out of here. Another 5-8 inches is predicted for tomorrow. Which means I need to get out and shovel the driveway again so we don't end up with a foot of snow in it. Sigh. Why did I move here?