it was to remove wallpaper. None. Nada. Zip. Zilch. It’s hard. Way hard. When the builders put up the wallpaper, they didn’t prime the drywall and must have used either super glue or that space age gorilla stuff.
It’s not like a I a choice in the matter. SU (perhaps a change in moniker to Destructo Woman is in order) decided to just start ripping it away one day. Mind you, there wasn’t a thing wrong with it, it was just time. Time. Of which it is going to take a lot to remove it. I rented a steamer and it works but at a slower than snails pace.
Bought a perforation tool with four little razor wheels that you have to rub in circles. That’s an awful lot of rubbin’ to do. I expect that I’ll be finished by the time social security checks arrive in 2027.
Took the day off yesterday to attend 2’s wisdom teeth removal surgery. She handled it like a champ. My what puffy cheeks you have there. Doctor said that they were in pretty deep and she’s going to be sore for a few days. Yikes.
I’ll never forget getting mine out. Went to my dentist at the time, Dr. Deep East Texas Woods Dude, for something else and he told me that they would have to come out. Said I could either schedule surgery or, if I was man enough, he could do it right then with a local anesthetic. Never challenge the Bigjolly’s manhood. Told him to go for it.
Next thing I know, Dr. DETWD has a pair of needle nose pliers and is standing on the chair above me. Plunges the pliers into my mouth and starts yanking. His face is turning beet red and sweat is beading up on his forehead. All of a sudden, the tooth gives way and he falls back off the chair, holding a bloody tooth in the pliers like prize! Big grin on his face. Says, there’s one, and climbs back up on the chair.
Thirty minutes later, he’s laying back in his chair exhausted. And I’m wisdom toothless. What a day.