The fun never ends at the soon-to-be-ex Casa de Pants. We have to refinish the wood floors. (Note to self: next casa will most definitely NOT have pine floors. Oh sure, they're all pretty and historic and shit, but they're soft as hell and completely unsuitable for people with dogs.)
Aside from the kitchen and the bathrooms, there is only one room in the house that does not have wood floors. Fortunately, it's a fairly large room, because now I have to attempt to cram every item in the casa into it for about five days. Obviously, I'll have to live somewhere else, not just because my two little dogs and won't fit comfortably into the one room with all the stuff, but because the polyurethane fumes will make us keel over. I have an understanding friend who will take us in, but one of the little dogs will probably have to stay with the soon-to-be-ex Mr. Pants (and the big dog, of whom s-t-b-e MP has custody.) It will suck. Hugely.
I'm really feeling pissy right now and I hope that someone's sinuses are killing him and he's miserable.