floor tiles in the attic

My dad asked me to paint all the bare wood in the attic and then put down some floor tiles. I agreed thinking the job wouldn't take that long.

The attic floor has two levels. I figured he just wanted the floor put down on the first level based on the number of floor tiles I saw. I got to work on that and then started painting. I was saving the steps leading up to the attic for last for obvious reasons (so I could get out of the attic).

I got the floor tile put down and asked my dad to come look at it. He said "oh good, now you can put the rest down" and brought up like a billion more floor tiles for the second level of the attic. I had assumed I was 30 minutes away from completing the project (it was around 930 pm). Wrong.

to put down the floor tile I had to move all these boxes out of the way - they were heavy

Finally around midnight I was done.

a friend that I sent this pic to asked "is it Anne Frank times?" and my dad responded "no, we're gearing up for syrian refuges"

Then I had just finished painting the stairs leading up to the attic and was talking to my brother Steve when his cat decided to run up the stairs.

we had to put his cat's paws under the sink to get the paint off - after that the cat hissed at me every time she saw me

I repainted the stairs the next day. My dad was pretty happy with the way everything turned out.