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When my dad and I arrived at Home Depot, with no idea of what kind of flooring we wanted for our kitchen, we thought about my mother’s favorite colors, which happen to be her sorority colors. My dad and I saw a nice color that would fit my mother’s needs. My mother wanted a new kitchen floor; the stick tile is what it is called. She wanted a new look for the kitchen. My father, of course, did not want to pay any professional to do the job for us; he is cheap and likes to handle things himself. Since he wanted to be that way, my mother named my father and I “bootlegged handymen”, simply because we did not know what we were doing. After getting more ideas in our heads on how to do the new floor my dad and I went ahead and laid out the tools that we would need to make our job easier. The tools consisted of two putty knives, scissors, a box cutter, and food (you have to take a break sometime). Beca