Ran across this while I was looking for random stuff to use for test posts last night. I think it explains a lot about me.
My parents’ old house had hardwood floors when we moved in, and one of the boards had split or something. There was one little spot that was slightly uneven, and it about drove me bugsnot every time I saw it. I mentioned it to Dad approximately 465,782 times until he let me fix it.
Nearly three and a half decades later, I live in a house with uneven hardwood floors that creak and groan, and I am pretty sure the noise drives Dad bugsnot every time he hears it, because guess who tells me about the specially designed screws I could get to fix those boards every time he comes to visit?
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. . .but the fact that the hallway in his *own* house is still lacking crown molding after 10 years doesn’t seem to bother him at all.
Well, in his defense, the lack of crown molding doesn’t make the wall groan loudly every time you walk near it. So there’s that.