Greetings from the corners of a sleep-deprived mind.
Have I ever mentioned how much I despise the decor of my kitchen?
And how cheap I am that I can't afford to do anything about it?
And possibly my goal to pay off my house before Little Man goes to college?
So that I can spend summers at my beach house in Aruba?
I loathe my kitchen counter tops.
The other stuff is just the stuff of my fantasies.
Like Ben & Jerry's that don't affect the size of your keister.
And pizza parties that don't leave you with post-gorging, acne-spotted regret.
But the real point of this post is my kitchen counters.
And my loathe of them.
Remember this post?
My shamefully dark and disgusting kitchen...
Yes, that is a half-eaten cup of baby food sitting on my sink, why do you ask?
Also, can we talk about the fact that I DESPISE using up counter space with a microwave? What I'd give to be able to mount it somewhere...but where?!
But oh, those countertops....
Don't we all agree that they would look better like this???
This one makes me breath easier.
And this one makes me miss my pretty green kitchen at the old house.
And this one...
This one makes me envy and covet and possibly even lust a little bit.
Now, if only I could convince Techy....