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Dear Trading Spaces,

You would be the best show in the world if not for Family Guy, Simpsons, Daily Show, Sanford and Son, Futurama, and Great Chefs. But I'm never rearranging my bedroom again. It's not as simple and frivolous as you make it seem. You have deceived me for the last time Alex McLeod, you gorgeous thing you.

And I've learned two things about hardwood floors that you failed to teach me, Frank Bielec:

1) Don't drag an iron bed across them unless you need a nice chunk of wood to whittle.
2) Sweep. Often. Especially in those places you never see.

Jeers,
Fu-Fu

August 2, 2001 | 9:35 p.m.

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