I just caught my floor on fire. Well, okay. That’s a little bit of an exaggeration. A piece of the paper that’s glued to the pantry floor ignited to a flame like a birthday candle. I whacked it with my paint scraper and it went out. I’ve made little embers glow before but this was the first flame, and, really, it was more excitement than I needed tonight. Besides, it’s too early for my birthday.

I talked to the guy who will probably refinish our floor. He specializes in older homes and has great references and his bid was lower than I expected it to be. Whee. I need to talk it over with Rob first, but hopefully we should have a beautiful fir floor soon.