A Living Room is for Living, Right?

Plotnik and Ducknik are, as of 9:05AM on Monday, December 3, back to the exact spot where they threw their hands in the air and screamed YAGGGGHHHH. That was, let's see, at 8AM on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, November 21. It's the same place they found themselves when they returned on Tuesday, November 27 and the floors STILL weren't dry. The BIG difference is that things are now under control, Noel. We're back on the beam, Kareem. Got a new system, Kristin.

Sure, there are a few ruffled egos, and the realization that everyone can't do everything perfectly every single time, right? And it's important to keep newcomers to our country employed and productive so they can continue to be, well, employed and productive.

The Plotniks are maintaining the story that it was bad polyurethane and that there was a chemical mismatch between the stain they used and the poly they purchased at the paint store, despite all the warnings from J-Whacky and the on-line home-project so-called 'experts' ("You buy PAINT at a PAINT STORE, Doofus! You buy FLOOR FINISHES at a FLOOR FINISH STORE!"). They barely even noticed this morning when the Vietnamese woman who stood perhaps four feet seven used no more than a third of a quart of poly to do the same job for which Plot and Duck had used up the major part of a gallon when they did it. So it didn't dry then. Bad poly. Mismatch. Any other claim is purely conjectural. Objection sustained.

Anyway, a living room is for living, isn't it? You don't really need a kitchen if you've got a fine hearth and a few pieces of humble stoneware...plus a bag of espresso, a coffee maker and coffee filters, a toaster oven, bagel knife, mugs, bowls, cutlery, a furnace, propane barbecue and digital camera.