There is something unbelievably cathartic about taking a hammer to something you hate.   Take, for example, the goddamned pink tile in our bathroom.

I have hated this tile for years.  Many, many years.

ZOMG I hate that pink tile.  The black around the bottom isn’t on the outside, mind you, it’s on the inside.  Which is very, very, VERY bad.

This morning I got to have the happy, happy time of getting all SMASHY! smashysmashysmashy! with a hammer and removing it.

That’s the bit I got smashy with.  Every. Single. Tile.  SMASHY!  Muah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!  OMG.  Loved that.  smashy

As I was getting SMASHY! with the tile, I kept finding twine.  Every row had the twine.  I think it’s what they used to space the rows.  It made removing the tile a bit more difficult.

That’s dad.  with the old plumbing, which we had to cut out, in several pieces.  Bye bye crappy old plumbing!  We won’t miss you!

So much rubble.  I’ll leave that for M as a special present. In the truck, mind you, since there’s too much to fit in the tub.

Look, ma!  No more pink tile!  This is what it looks like right now.    This is where we left it for the night.

The new plumbing is this far along.  This, however, isn’t attached to anything at the bottom.  We’ll do that part in the morning when we’re not so tired.

Then we can start on getting the piles of tile out of the middle of the living room floor.

That’s what it will look like.  Sort of.

And now, a beer, some dinner, and bed.  ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzz

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