Everything including the kitchen sink
So, this Saturday is my mum’s birthday, so over the weekend I went to the shops, and this is what I bought:
Yes, platform pee-toes: the shoes of champions. So, yeah, Happy Birthday, mum! And don’t worry about these not fitting too good, because, as luck would have it, they both fit me perfectly, so whew, disaster averted there, eh?
Oh, and I also bought an entire new kitchen and new flooring for the entire house. Because, you know, that whole “re-doing the bathroom” thing worked out so well, and was just SO! MUCH! FUN! that we thought, “Hell, let’s put ourselves through another couple of months of that crap.” I mean, it’s not like we had plans, or anything…
Of course, I say I bought this brand, spanking new kitchen and flooring-for-the-entire-house: what I mean by that is we bought it, and what I mean by that is: Terry did it. I contributed financially, obviously, but in terms of actually organising the whole thing, Terry did it all the measuring and boring stuff, and I just walked around the store going, “I like that one. Let’s get that one.” I don’t really “do” buying kitchens, you see. Me, I just buy shoes…
Anyway, what all of this means is that the next couple of months, they’re not going to be so much fun for either of us, but particularly not for Terry, who will be installing the new kitchen and laminate-for-the-whole-house. Poor Terry. I will be suffering too, of course, because I am a compulsive neat freak, and this is how our living room looks right now:
That silver thing you can only just see at the top of the picture? Is the kitchen sink. And I just know that this sink is probably going to go all “bathroom radiator” on us and sit there for months now, unable to fulfill its destiny as a sink, because we’ll be just too darn
lazy busy to install it. God, I love it when we do home improvements, I really do.
The worst thing about this? That’s not even half of the stuff. No, the rest of it doesn’t arrive until May 1st, so we have AT LEAST one month of living like this ahead of us. If it’s anything like the whole bathroom saga, we’ll end up camping out in one room for the duration, like savages, although, looking on the bright side, at least I won’t have to clean the house any more because seriously, what is the point? Fun times, folks, fun times. Most exciting purchase BY FAR, though: one of those trays that holds knives and forks and stuff, which is made completely out of wood. OF WOOD.
God, I’m getting boring in my old age, aren’t I? Let’s look at my shoes again:
Ah, much better!