Jack and Ilana start their kitchen renovations today.
(sigh. *LE ENVY*)
This has been a months-long exercise in “keep your fucking pie-hole shut, ali!” oh, hello, are you new here? well, here’s something you may not know. I can haz opinions. lots of them. ( i even have opinions about how i’d REALLY like to put the whole “i can haz” thing to rest…along with LOL, epic fail, and oh hai) anyway, as we spent all summer out on their deck leafing through brochures and kitchen magazines discussing wood colors and paint colors and kitchen tables and backsplashes and tile colors and cabinet handles and countertops, i tried as best as was humanly possible to NOT be too opinion-y. i tried (sometimes successfully, sometimes not) to not speak up.
because did you know that there are people out there who don’t like everything i like? can you imagine? i know, right? sometimes i couldn’t hold it in and i was all “pleasefortheloveofstyledon’tgettheredandblackchairs!!!” i couldn’t help myself. there’s only so much you can hold in without exploding. (my ever-flatulant children have taught me that little chestnut)
BUT, something we did all agree on:
this: will not be missed
i have always wondered about this here scale. it’s almost like those people who put pictures of skinny and beautiful people on their fridges as inspiration and a tool to convince them NOT to go for that second dessert (heh. i said tool) do you think this was supposed to be some sort of anti-over-indulgence tactic? THE SCALE IS TAUNTING ME as i put the cookies in the oven to bake?
another thing we agree on:
doing some self-demolition is always fun. as is climbing in pantries.
something else we agree on:
buying ice cream cakes for the husband’s birthday (please wish him a collective happy 34th! it’s today) that say “Our condolences Frank” on them are FUNNY. especially when your husband’s name is Gabriel.
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