The floor man cometh

I am so excited. When I go to the new house later there will be no more carpeting in sight. ZERO.

That is pretty awesome.

As a reminder, this is what it's like now:

Well, except that that pink wall is white and not pink anymore. But the teal carpet. It's soooooooo wrong.

Bye bye, Teal!

EDITED TO ADD:
After this fixing-up-the-house-and-moving thing is over I am going to wear some superfuckinghot new underwear, a dress and some Chanel. The Man will wear a jacket (tie optional, though he did get a nice one for Christmas) and we are going to go out and eat delicious food and drink expensive bubbly-type wine and forget about the sweater that I've been wearing every day (to paint and work and scrape and paint) that smells of paint thinner and sweat. That is what we will do. Come hell or high water, folks.