Got it? Or, like normal people, do you not use up valuable memory space on some random internet stranger's long-ago mentioned kitchen and need a reminder?
Thought so. You know, I'm really starting to question our relationship.*
Seth: "Isn't it--"
Sandi: "We're not buying it."
In fact - if you can believe it - the kitchen wasn't the worst thing going for the house. This was:
But by the time we (inevitably - I can't resist his handsome face) moved in, the bathroom looked like this:
And as for the kitchen, well...
So you'll understand me when I say that when the drip-drop of water leaking through our roof, through our cupboards (among many - MANY - other places) and onto our counter, turned out to be not quite as minor as we first thought, and resulted in this:
And, eventually, this:
You'll understand my excitement over the prospect of a new kitchen.
But, wait! There's more!
The side porch started to crumble. We found knob and tube wiring, like a cancer, entwined in every room and infecting every switch, plug, and outlet. The back room turned out to be sitting on dirt instead of, you know, a foundation. And - did I mention? - the roof leaked.
I'm exhausted just typing it out. Stay tuned, this soap opera ain't nearly done.
*This is a lie. I questioned it long, looong ago, and have come to the inescapable conclusion that you're my people, you adorable weirdos.