I'm pretty sure the guy who invented wallpaper is the same guy who invented fruit flies and gonorrhea. And on that note, can you guess what BG and I have been doing since 9AM? Hint: It didn't involve confidential treatment at a walk-in clinic.
We've been steaming, scraping, peeling and begging the wallpaper gods to take it easy on us, but so far, they are the vengeful Old-Testament variety.
See that cardboard in the pic above? That, my friends, is Sheetrock damage. As I continually gouged and destroyed spots of the wall in an attempt to free the adhesive backing from it, I took stock in what we in the corporate world of idiotic phraseology might refer to as gaps where I should grow my skill set.
BG is much better at the non-violent scraping, but I think he might sacrifice me to the fruit flies if I suggest it's a one-person job. Tomorrow we have the adhesive layer blanketing the rest of the breakfast room waiting for us.
I've read that the repairs won't be too difficult (nothing a little shellac-based primer, sanding, joint compound, more sanding, priming, and painting can't fix. Quelle suck!). On the other hand, I also read that taking down wallpaper wouldn't be bad at all...