These are the various mountains of debris we pulled out of the 4th floor of our house. Lest anyone think we've been sitting on our tuchuses (and a better Yiddish mind than mine will have to testify on the plural of tuchus), all this crap was ripped up/destroyed/demolished/smashed/bludgeoned/pulverized by our very own hands. It was carefully stacked on top of that charming vinyl flooring we told you about last month so as not to scratch up the kind of crappy laminate flooring in the living room that we're trying not to replace.
A hauling company took it away for us, and did us the favor of dragging it across said laminate flooring (rather than lifting it) so we now have a deeply crappy (rather than kind of crappy) laminate floor in the living room. We're still not gonna replace it though.
