Last night, my cousin started ripping up the floor in the kitchen. Four hours later, she called it a night, so today when I came home from babysitting, that's where I found her. I had nowhere to be, so I picked up the shovel (she had a crowbar & hammer) and started chipping away at the tile. We switched on and off with the tools, and I got a new floor-ripping partner about an hour in when she and her husband went to get some supplies. About 4 hours later, the floor was completely torn up. This is what the kitchen looks like now:
If you do floors for a living, I am currently in awe of you. Either that, or I'm jealous because you clearly have better tools for doing this. I have to say though, when your chosen profession is mostly cerebral, it's nice to actually do physical work once in awhile. And the new tile is going to look great!
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