I don't know whether or not I am ever going to let the kids use it, actually, it looks so pretty. Please note the wainscoting that is dressing up the 46-year-old cabinets. Also, the $4.99 flowers that are sprucing up our 14-year-old IKEA table.
|Still life with no counter (it's on order).|
He accepted defeat gracefully, I'll say that.
And, yes, MORE flowers. Bunko is tomorrow night, and we like to have things pretty for our drunken dice-rolling brouhaha, okay?
|Ah, the pleasures of concealment!|
I'm feeling a little weepy right now, to be honest; but they're good tears, tears of pride and relief that we are putting the doorless years behind us. I just want to thank all the people who have endured alongside us, patiently waiting for Larry and I to get our act together and figure out how to make our house look normal. I apologize to my older children, who spent their formative years not knowing that pantry and closet doors aren't supposed to hang uselessly from their hinges or fall onto unsuspecting people's heads. I can only hope that their upbringing will make my kids more compassionate toward others who are also not up to speed on home improvement, more understanding of other people's non-working light switches and slow-draining tubs.
Or maybe it will convince them to make sure they marry people who do not hail from home-improvement-deficient backgrounds, so as not to repeat the cycle for their own kids. People who can maybe do minor home repairs for their aging in-laws, even. One can dream, right?