We had a guy come and give us an estimate on laminate flooring today!

Yes, my husband (a.k.a. Mr. Money-maker) has given us the go-ahead on getting hardwood floors!

I. Can. Not. Wait.

Our floors are positively disgraceful. Old. Worn. Stained.

Even the Rainbow Vac couldn’t get out the stains. [In the voice of Cinderella scolding Bruno] “That’s bad!”

Ohh, the glorious idea of brand new beautiful and clean hardwood floors! It’s going to be so much better for my allergies, and for the sake of Jack’s means of getting around. Crawling, that is.

[Happy dance]

With love, Malorie


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