Yes, my bathroom floor is alive, or at least it appears to be alive in some places. Last night I thought I'd see how easy it would be to pull up some of the peel-n-stick tile where the dogs' water bowl has sat for many, many years - and Butler has slobbered when getting a drink creating mini Lake McFalls for many, many, many years. Well, some of those tiles just popped right off into my hand, slicker than snot. So I kept pulling and tile kept coming and then subfloor started to come and another layer of subfloor...and another layer of subfloor. The subfloor was more balsa wood like to me - it wasn't balsa wood but it came up in little thin pieces and kind of felt like it. I do believe I finally hit the main plywood floor in a couple of spots. I'm not sure what the black spots are under some of the tiles - I'm thinking some might be black mold (which I took my Clorox wipes and wiped the poop out of that) - but there is some black stuff (kind of like burnt charcoal) by the wall where Mike ran a line for the phone through it. I have no clue. I just know that I believe I must get all the layers and layers and layers off to get to the floor Mike put in to see what I've got. I may even need to take that floor up to see if there are any problems or leaks in the pipes below the floor. Then put a good subfloor back down and whatever else is needed before a new peel-n-stick tile floor goes down. This may take a while.....
Somewhere over the weekend Evil Roni appeared while working on my folk's Christmas letter - I don't think I already blogged about this because I didn't want to spoil their surprise when they saw their rough draft of the letter. Well, you know how we give the US Postal Service a hard time about service sometimes?! I mailed the rough draft late Saturday afternoon at the WDM Post Office but there was one last pick up - Mom and Dad got their letter Monday. Mom made comments on the letter, mailed it yesterday and I got it back today in the mail - that's amazing and well worth $0.44 each way. Anyway - there was some comment on the envelope about the evil elf better behave itself or it wouldn't get Christmas presents. Mom and Dad did get a chuckle out of my "creative license" I took inserting some extra sentences in their letter.
I spent a good deal of time Sunday afternoon working on the Branson Christmas book but didn't get it done. Maybe this weekend I'll finish it - then I can start another project. But first I need to get my upgrade CD's loaded onto the laptop to do even more neat-o keen-o digital things. I had a problem with my first attempt to upload the first CD so I may be talking to Creative Memories Support.
The bathroom scale used to sit on the upper left part of the floor - I've had to move it - actually I think I lost it so it won't be a daily reminder if I'm putting on any pounds during the holiday season of eating and eating.
More pretty lighted displays.
Port of Lights was at Kimberling City which is a few miles outside of Branson.
More of Port of Lights.
