My husband and I are still working on improving our new house. I'm told that this is a never ending work in progress. But we do have a list of priorities that we absolutely must complete this year or we'll be arguing or fighting about it til we divorce. We divided the responsibilities between us, and I'm left in charge of the Master Bedroom while my husband is in charge of the Kitchen. Now you know where each of us spends most of their time.In the process of deciding what we need in our kitchen, we bought a dozen kitchen design magazines, consulted our friends, visited Home Depot, IKEA and Lowe's. Yesterday after five hours with pencil and paper and marking all the pages in the magazines identifying what we like, and after realising we do not have a million dollars to spend, we finally designed a potential layout for our kitchen island. But since we're both visual people we decided to go to the store and get some masking tape and lay it out on the floor where we want it to be installed.I bring to you our murder scene. Before you scroll down, I do need to warn you that the scene is pretty harsh to look at and may be a bit disturbing. For those of you who think they can brave it, keep scrolling to see how my husband killed the kitchen island:
Some of you may not find this as amusing. Not everyone likes murder scenes. In fact, one of the occupants in our house was very distressed by this development and felt that he had no choice but to avoid the murder scene at all costs. I mean, com'n, everyone knows that murder scenes cannot be violated, right?! If you are interested in donating to our dog's therapy fund, please contact me directly.
Labels: House, Our dog
Three year old Yang Yang kissing a Beluga whale.
