So we still don’t have a kitchen..
It’s been two+ weeks. Eating out is getting old fast for Dre (and for me too as I often brought food back to Ithaca). This isn’t our contractors fault. We’ve had problems with coordinating things like the arrival of the right appliances at the right time, getting the granite carving finished, etc. Plus we had to switch some appliances due to space limitations (our first fridge was too big).
For some reason kitchens don’t seem to go in as easy as they come out. And speaking of coming out, here’s a funny little story. So our contractors remove the cabinets:
And what do they find? Trash from the people who built the house:
Seriously… empty Styrofoam cups, beer bottle caps, crumpled cigarette cartons (do they even make Viceroy cigarettes any more) and the topper: a donut. Ok, so the house was built in 1970. So that is (for all intents an purposes) a 40 YEAR OLD DONUT! A 40 year old, petrified (really) donut. That’s giving a twinkie a run for it’s money in the “staying power” department as far as we’re concerned. Even Rita Mae knew enough to go no where near that thing.*
As for the cats reaction to this…
Lewis the Cat: “This is a total Diaper Show….”
* – BTW note the grease stain on the bag. My only message to the people who built my house is “Stay Classy Guys… Stay Classy!”