On the bright side, I have a checklist that is checked. And It Feels GOOD.
Let's go back in time a bit, shall we? Remember this?
Now take a gander (what?!) at this:
That's right, folks. Our exit in case of fire has finally been cleared of stuff. The kitchen counter is clear. One side of it, anyway. I have an idea for the ridiculous higher counter that is unfortunately just inside the door, but it involves the participation of my husband. We'll see.
But what I really wanted to show you is this:
This is my super-spectacular, can't stop looking at it, I wish we'd done this two years ago office space. Note the utter lack of empty wipe packages. Note the owl (LOVE the owl). Note the sign on the wall, that Leslie made for me, because She Is Awesome. Note the red fabric back of the shelf.
I'm not sure what regular people with regular husbands do when they need furniture. It's the darker side of humanity that I don't really want to explore. What I do is say: "I need something like this, for here", and my husband comes back a few days, weeks, months, or years later with it. The fabric was his idea, because He Is Also Awesome.
The only thing missing is our printer, which will be on its own little shelf under the owl. That may take a little longer than the rest of this did, but I got most of what I came for, and won't complain.
Much.
And with all these checkmarks, I only have one thing to say to Little Miss Bean:
Do. Your. Worst.
This time last year: Project Grocery: Closing The Breakfast Book, And Wasting Food
