Apologies for the utter lateitude of this post: I was busy feeling every single minute of the four hour and thirty-five minute flight to LAX next to the totally awake and needing to acknowledge/touch/drink everything Susannah. (Interesting sidenote: right before the descent, she asked to sit with P.J. so I swapped daughters. And Suzy fell asleep as the plane touched down onto the tarmac. GOOD FOR YOU, P.J.)
Gosh, I look competent. Hour One. |
[Picture deleted due to Wall Rage, Day Four.]
Ohmigosh, it’s a finished kitchen. Easy! |
You can’t even see the blood stains and puddles o’ tears and that place where I punched a hole in the wall! |
Who wants to come over and Not Use My Kitchen For Food Prep?! |
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