Wednesday, November 23, 2005

It Won’t Last, Soon She’ll Just Think I’m Goofy and Strange

Truck drivers (teamsters) can be seriously grumpy when they can’t unload stuff when and where they want. I think that guy wanted to crawl through the phone and smack me with a tire iron when I told him this morning (different guy than from yesterday) that I’d prefer that he not just dump over a TON of pricey hardwood flooring in my driveway.

Anyway…
One nice thing about toddlers is that they are easily impressed.

I’m pulling up the disgusting, strawberry yogurt and grape juice and spaghetti sauce stained carpet in the dining room to make room for the booty load of certified Green environmentally friendly hardwood flooring. I tug (lightly and easily I might add, de-installing our nasty old carpeting is pretty much dead simple) and it comes right up.

Ellis: “Daddy! You did it! You did it!”
“Yep, I did.”
“You’re my HERO, daddy!”

Hand to heaven, those were her exact words. Now I’m all verklempt and I think I need a tissue.

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