Holy Smokes.
It's like driving along in the car on a family road trip. The brothers are teasing the sisters and the sisters are whacking the brothers with the blonde heads of the partially-clad barbies and the mom is making bologna sandwiches in the front seat and the Dad is losing his cool. And then someone says it. Dad, are we there yet?
Good grief.
Even if a renovation is on schedule, which sadly, ours is not quite, the time does not pass quickly for the one doing the dishes in the laundry sink and forgetting to put the washing machine drain hose back in the sink afterwards and then flooding the laundry room while doing actual laundry.
Bummer.
And when I am near the brink of despair, picking wood chips from the dog's hair, something changes. I hear the click of a burner ... a gas burner! I hear running water ... in the kitchen! I hear the beautiful sound of a dishwasher! After twelve months, I have a DISHWASHER!!!!
THE GRANITE is installed on the prep island! It's spectacular! |
THE COOKING/BAKING CENTER Six burners of happiness flanked by 30 inches of convection happiness! |
OOOH! That is all. |
MY WINDOWS make me happy. And so does the microwave and dishwasher! |
KITCHEN JEWELRY Every girl needs a little bling! |
This is exciting! This is exhilarating! And this ...
Wait for it, Wait for it .....
May actually be WORTH IT!