I hate renovations! They are a pain in my *ss (we do not say naughty words anymore - Chatterbox is starting to copycat sounds and tiny words. I don't need her first word to be "ass" ... although it would be funny ... kind of ...). First, it was the brick in the yard, which is almost finished (we found an extra row on the outer edge, tricky bastard bricks!). So, I'm back to the laundry room. So long ago, I started pulling up the vinyl flooring. It's cracked, scratched, chipped, and just plain '80's gross! It is a slow, stupid process: I have a little hand-held melter thing that honest to God could shoot flames! I heat up one square at a time (I think there are 14,523,992 tiles, total) to the point of "melting," and use a putty knife to stab underneath it. The tiles are actually melting, which creates this nice "my house is on fire" smoke that fills the laundry room. I'm somewhat surprised that a neighbor hasn't come to check on me (I guess they really do hate me!), or that a fire alarm hasn't gone off (they probably don't have batteries anymore!). I would say, on a scale of 1 - 10, 1 being totally easy and awesome and 10 being sheer h#ll, I'd say the bricks were a 5, and the tiles are a 4.5. Remodeling blows!
The current flooring: cracked, scratched, chipped, and just plain '80's gross! I want it gone! Now!
My hand-held photon flame shooter. I have been using its fire (that'd be the orange-red glowing area) to burn the tiles and glue (that would be the black charred area) and pry them off ... one at a time ...
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