My neighbor stopped over today and had a tale to tell me about their latest remodeling job on their house.  She has this powder room laundry room combination on her first floor.  For a couple of years she’s wanted to redo the floor in there to match the living room floor, paint the cabinet, and fix the floor under the toilet so when you sat down it wouldn’t wobble.

     Tuesday her hubby began the job.  It all started well enough but when he removed the toilet, he found rotted flooring underneath and needed to replace it.  To top that off whoever had installed the toilet had left far too much pipe sticking out of the floor.  Gee, no wonder the toilet wobbled no matter how many wax rings he installed.  Once he fixed that problem and reinstalled the toilet, the valve from the water line to the tank started leaking.  My neighbor said the language coming from the room was not fit to print, I believe her.

     Her hubby made a run to the local (big name) hardware store, bought the valve he needed and went back home.  He fixed the leak.  He then painted the cabinet and began installing the new flooring-it didn’t go smoothly.  Much more unprintable language floated out of the room.

     Her sink, washer, and dryer were residing in her dining room waiting for the finished floor installation.  Once he got the flooring in past the plumbing for the sink, he retrieved it from the dining room and reinstalled it.  That too decided to leak, blue words exited the room-back to the store.  By this time, she seriously began to consider sneaking out to a movie or something.

     He returned, fixed the leak, and finished installing the floor.  They moved her washer and dryer back in.  She was glad because she had some wash to do.  She loaded the washer, turned it on and began to get lunch for her hubby while he recovered.

     The floor was so smooth that when the washer went into the spin cycle it began to disco dance across it.  In fact, it danced so hard it got the dryer into the act.  They dashed in there and shut it off.  She wouldn’t repeat the words he used.

     Back to the store he went, he asked them if they any ideas on how to stop the disco party.  They made a few suggestions that he didn’t think would work.  Then the light bulb went on and he looked for and found interlocking rubber matting.

     Between the two of them, they managed to tilt the washer and then the dryer and install the matting under them.  It worked.  Her only complaint now is she has sore muscles where she forgot she had muscles.