SassyBlonde

Nothing is ever easy. All I wanted was to put in a bench to hold my garden tools, but matters quickly became complicated. I figured that I'd have to cut away the carpet and pad to make the bench stabile on the floor underneath, since it's going to be a permanent fixture, so I moved everything to measure and plan.

What the hell was that ungodly smell, though?

ROTTEN. CARPET. PADDING.

So now, here I stand on my day off, wearing a surgical mask and covered in the dust of rotten, molded carpet padding, looking at the remains of a once-beautiful hardwood floor that I excavated from under the foul beige carpet I've loathed since the day we moved in. (Who in the hell puts carpet in the mud-room of a house, I ask you...?)

The poor quality of the carpet job was never in question. What I though was uneven floor under the carpet was, in fact, only the piles of dirt and decayed carpet pad that they simply laid the new stuff over years ago. For f*ck's sake people, have a little pride in your work. I know that the old maxim about things worth doing being worth doing well has largely been lost on our generation, and even my parents' generation, but this was just plain trashy.

I shouldn't complain, though, because the tile guy is coming tomorrow to give an estimate. At last, a floor I can get behind. Or on top of.