We have a shingles problem. No, not those shingles. These shingles:
Yep, that is the main entry to our house. The only reason I can come up with for putting that much cedar up on the wall would involve some really large moths, and that just seems improbable. And even if your house is being overtaken by cat-sized moths, is a wall of shingles really the best solution? I think not. In that situation you should probably just get a new house, because the moths have already won and they are sacrificing your favorite wool sweater to their evil moth god as we speak.
But the shingles. The shingles are terrible and they have to go. So the other night at around 9:30 I was feeling adventurous and suggested to my husband that we just get rid of the crazy shingles right then and there. I can only assume he was also feeling adventurous (or maybe just indulgent), because he agreed and started prying them up from the top down.
Our first discovery was that the shingles were not affixed to the wall with just nails as we had imagined. No, the nails were just for show. It turns out the shingles are mostly stapled to the wall.
Someone should be arrested for gross misconduct with a staple gun.
Then we discovered that not only were they STAPLED, they were GLUED.
Errr....
We had a quick pow wow and decided that between the two of us, we did not have time in the next two weeks to sand, spackle, prime, and paint the wall, and two weeks is really all I could handle looking at a crazy glue wall with staple holes.
So we put the shingles back. You can't tell, right?
Score so far: Shingles - 1, Steph and Lance - 0.
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