We have floors! And baseboards, sickness like people! No more sod house for us, nurse Nelly Olson. You bitch. The contractor finished this morning, sale and he proclaimed that the entire job looks “the balls.” He left me with some noxious chemicals for cleaning, and I left him with an oversized novelty check. Then I determined that he wants a website, so I will get my grubby paws on some of that money again, mark my words. Give each other $20.