Ugh. Penny tile. On the one hand, this stuff was really easy to install. I didn’t have to cut a single tile. On the other hand, the grout haze removal-which is my least favorite part of tiling, has etched my hands into permanent claws. This is what I now look like:
Grant keeps rubbing it and saying “balls”. I should have time to get the finishing touches done tomorrow morning. The kid is going to his grandparents for the evening because we have our neighborhood dinner club. I know, we’re classy. We probably have run to the liquor store, because I’m not sure it’s appropriate to bring box wine or Miller High Life.