I knew good stuff was happening inside the house when I pulled up and saw a trailor parked in the driveway that said "Professional Paint Service". But I wasn't prepared for the overwhelming smell of varnish as I walked through the front door. It slapped me in the face like a Rambo fart. I had to get in and out in less then a minute, or there's a good chance I'd still be laying next to one of those fans. Permanently.
They covered the cupboards with plastic, and they taped off all the windows, but other then that, they just let the varnish fly all over the walls and subfloor. Which makes sense, because it will all be covered in paint and carpet eventually.
Paint tomorrow?
I hope so.
Diarrhea in less then a minute?
Most likely.
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