There was carpet. Crap carpet. And a lot of it. So the day we got the key to the house (Tuesday, March 2nd, at around 4:30pm to be exact), Sean and my dad ripped it up. All of it. Our new neighbors were somewhat in awe of the ripping. I made a great first impression by bringing beer and pliers to rip up carpet tacks.
What you are seeing here is my darling husband pulling out the big tacks from Coleman's soon-to-be bedroom.
But, that was the first night. It seemed uber important to pull it all up. Didn't happen. The Stella Artois tasted great, however.
The following photos help document the action of the evening. I should have taken more...
My dad, Denny, sweeping.
The remnants of carpet tacks.
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