Mr. Wrekker is off on his yearly fishing sojourn to Mexico.
Before he left he, in a rude way (I believe) he stated categorically to get my bathroom floor fixed or he was gonna have vinyl installed. YMMV but I hate vinyl flooring. It just grates on my nerves.
As I had a doctor appointment I left Mid-daugter to oversee the tile job.
First let me tell you. I found the best most colorful and beautiful mexican tile, ever. (Kinda appropos, doncha think, since Mr.
W is in Mexico) Each one a different work of art. They are hand painted and sturdy. Talavera tile. My whole family has laughed and poked fun at me about these tiles. I’m the laughingstock.
I don’t get it. The tile is great. I promise.
To alleviate the jokes and rude remarks I decided to cut the color with some grey tile and black grout. Just put a beautiful tile randomly. Yep. I’m a genius. I’ll show them.
Mid-daugter did very little overseeing.
It seems my grey tile and the Mexican hand painted tiles are different thicknesses. Instead of stopping my genius tile guy just carries on. More thin set under the grey tile. Actually it kinda works. If it ever sets. I have hope I’ll be able to walk on the tile by August.
Mr. Wrekker would appreciate his ingenuity at tile laying. Of course he knows not one thing about tile work. He’s not here though. So I gotta decide to keep or scrap the whole deal and order up some vinyl. Ugh.
You gotta hear this.
I walked in the bathroom and on my vanity is a neatly folded pair of my dainties (color? Pink) and on top of them were 3 q-tips. I banned q-tips many years ago. They are hell on my plumbing. The panties I do not remember ever owning. Tile genius must of found these items. Why would he think I wanted the old knickers and 3 old q-tips? Why didn’t he just toss them? He cleaned his mess up very nicely.
People confuse me.
Think I’ll go shopping for vinyl tomorrow. Maybe I’ll look for a new floor guy as well. I can’t face Tile genius.
I’m mortified.
