Got in some nice home construction work on our break. Leah's folks are remodeling a bathroom and we helped them with the demo (often my favorite part of any job).At first, I wanted a sledge, but couldn't find one. Good thing too. When I used a hammer to try to smash out a few tiles, I ended up damaging the drywall on the other side of the wall. If I had a sledge, I may have went straight through. Oops. Luckily, their kind neighbor stepped in and wisely suggested I use his impact hammer, which is pretty much a tiny jackhammer in gun form.
It did the trick, but only a few tiles came off easily. Most exploded in chunks of white ceramic. I blame Leah's dad. He tiled the shower originally and when he does a job, he does it to last a lifetime. Slowly and surely, I made progress, that is until the horrible Big Joe attack of New Year's Eve.I blame the tomato. Leah blames the beef. Either way, I ate a burger and got a nasty case of food poisoning. I sat in bed, nursing a ginger ale and some saltines to ring in the new year. And then on the first, I finished the tile destruction.
Three thoughts:
1. I look good in a pink bandanna.
2. I need to get me one of those impact hammers.
3. I can't wait to see their newly remodeled bathroom.
1 comments:
Looks like fun. I would not know you without safety glasses and a impact hammer of some kind in your hand.
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