Let me set the record straight.
I hate mopping floors.
It hurts my back.
I have never met a mop I liked.
Swisher, Switzer, whatever that thing is called...only lasts 2 minutes on my tile.
And that Shark steam thing....pffft....don't waste your money on that.
I'm really spoiled and I used to have someone who would come in and mop my floors every week.
But not anymore.
I do get someone twice a month to do the dirty deed-for which I am eternally grateful.But there are those times in-between that it must be done.
Like when you've had three or four toddlers running through the house.
So I'm trying to figure out how come I let TL talk me into 5 miles of tile in my house. (you can't see it in the photo but it goes allll the waayyyy down the halll....)
Second.....remember this?My sagging undermount sink?
So TL calls my nice contractor who redid our house five years ago for a recommendation for someone to fix it. Let me say first that he is a really, really nice man and he did a fabulous job on our house. It's just that I don't like some of his subs.
Because when I call the sub, a woman answers saying, "This is ______'s cell phone."
I nicely explain the problem, wondering if I can make an appointment for him to come and fix the problem.
"Well, I'll take your name and number and we'll call you back when we're in the neighborhood."
Yeah, right. Three days later and no call.
I thought these were hard economic times.
So I'm going to be devishly happy when they finally call and I announce to them that I have found someone else to fix the problem.