It is a glorious day, or rather week, as these things take time. Our mediocre beige builder-grade kitchen tile is being replaced with beautiful large square charcoal tiles with dark grout. Yippee. No more strapping on knee pads and spending Saturday afternoon scrubbing grout lines with a toothbrush. My one request when we moved from Seattle to Dallas 4 years ago was a white kitchen with dark hardwood floors. I got a dark kitchen with light colored tile floor.
But there's no gain with no pain, right? Currently the kitchen looks like a Dexter kill room and I'm relegated to the bedroom with microwaved oatmeal.
But visions of this will get me through the days.