I had to take a VITA class this afternoon. When I got home the kitchen had been completely dismantled.
He even took up the old floor.
Little Grey Bungalow
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Call Him The Kitchenator
I had to take a VITA class this afternoon. When I got home the kitchen had been completely dismantled.
He even took up the old floor.
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Sounds like something I need. Better start looking for my own kitchenator :)
Good luck with the renovation. And good luck finding the coffee filters this weekend.
I'd be happy if I could find the rice. Or the tupperware. Or a spatula.
Handy if that's what you want done, but otherwise I would hesitate to leave him by himself for more than a few minutes!
Karen, I tremble when I see him with a power drill in his hand...
Excellent! Now you don't have to pay for someone else's time to rip the darned thing out.
Ask me some time about my then bf who ripped out the mini greenhouse attached to the back of my house while I was at work, leaving me with a house with 3-1/2 walls to come home to. Luckily, it was summer. Yes, it was going to come down anyway and be rebuilt, but not just then.
(Under the heading of: Men! You gotta love them.)
I'm late to this party, but we just survived redoing our kitchen. We'd been talking about it for quite a while, but one morning I was at church and The Squire called to ask "what sort of floor did I want in the kitchen". Huh? "the man from Sears is here with some samples, so we can redo the kitchen.
And it went downhill from there, including, at one point, a raccoon getting into my flour bin, which I had put outside on the picnic table, and then apparently doing some sort of dance.
Oh yes. The last remodel (in 1996) featured two German Shepherd puppies and a box of Bisquick.
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