Counter Chunks, Part Deux (Or: Why I’d like to hunt down the people who lived here before us)

So… many more pieces of counter just spontaneously fell off . And then the counter turned into the giant scab on your arm that you just can’t leave alone. I picked at it and picked at it… until this happened:

I didn’t really mean to do it. It just happened. In the midst of the demolition though, I found out just how supremely stupid the previous owners were. For starters, when I removed the pieces of tile closest to the wall, I discovered that the back 2 inches of tile were not even attached to anything. The laminate counter top below that they tiled over didn’t go all the way to the wall (presumably because they removed some sort of backsplash or something). So they tiled over AIR. Which is really awesome because nothing was sealed properly AT ALL so all of the tile I pulled up was soaking wet on the bottom and pretty much everything (all the wood underneath) has to be replaced.

But WAIT, there’s more…

Can anyone guess what THAT is? When pulling up the corner pieces, I learned how the ingenious do-it-yourselfer solved the whole “tiling-over-all-that-air” problem in the corner. He used bunched up CARDBOARD to support the corner. Were you all listening just then? C-A-R-D-B-O-A-R-D!!

I’ll just leave now so you can all process that.