Nah, Razorback’s not back… I just said that because it rhymes with “back”. Maybe I could’ve used “longback”, orrrrr “nutsack”,  orrrrr “sexyback”.

I’ve been absent for work for the past three days because, since I’m the mother of “planned impulsiveness” (gotta love oxymorons), I decided to have the floor in my room re-tiled and on top of that, have the said room extended.

I tell you, I literally shattered walls, and boy, was it ever fun. Having a sledgehammer and swinging at a wall never felt SO GROIN-GRABBINGLY GOOD.

So anyway, Saturday afternoon I bought new tiles. At first, I was contemplating whether to buy uniform tiles or just go all insane-o in the membrane-o. Those who REALLY know me would easily predict that I would’ve gone Cypress Hill (Insane in the Membrane… look it up) and that I did. I bought assorted tiles: black, white, granite, designed, whatever because I wanted my floor to look like a retarded snakes and ladders board.

The room was finished at around 4pm yesterday and dare I say, it looks DIVINE. It’s like angels descended from heaven, sustaining one high note when I finally stepped into the new addition in my humble, but rocked out, abode.

Now, I can host sleepovers only told in legend.

Not to mention, this room drained my atm.

BOOMTOWN.

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