Paul is home alone, because I am off gallivanting with my brothers.
I assume he’s having the most fun ever, because he gets to do this project with zero input from me.
Matthew is everyone’s favorite, and Chris and I fully support this; because he is OUR favorite too! Like, if Chris or I were the favorite, we would wonder what was wrong with mom and dad!
LOOK AT THIS FACE!!!!
Just as exciting, for me; (EVERYTHING IS ABOUT ME, as you know): I’m going early, to spend a week with JUST my two brothers beforehand.
We are road tripping randomly, with no goal other than to spend ALL OF OUR TIME MOCKING EACHOTHER, vomiting with laughter, and generally basking in being alone with the only humans who share some version of our brain.
This experience defies words.
My brothers are my favorite people on the planet, (apologies to anyone else who might have expected to hold that title,) and they are also the only reason on earth that I would voluntarily leave my house overnight. *shudder*
We are going to party like the deranged animals that we are!
We are going to lie on the floor, crying… immobilized and shrieking with laughter, while Matty mimics my father: asking my mother if she has seen his shoe trees, (not something I made up, shoe trees are an important Dad accoutrement).
Fast forward to Wednesday, I need to say to my mother, (because, let’s be honest— my mother sacrificed her entire being at the altar of her children; and Dad got to enjoy the benefits of that blood ritual, while drinking a cup of coffee and offering pointers… NOT THE SAME.)
MY BROTHERS ARE THE BEST THING ON EARTH.
Your annoying female child.
Ok… now kitchen stuff.
Now that we are moving the refrigerator, we have access again to the basement stairwell; read this post to understand why the fridge was there, etc.
So now we have an unused space… so we are going to build a wall here, and extend the kitchen counter across this wall.
But what I’m writing about is what is going to happen on the OTHER side of the wall– the side that faces the interior of the basement stair landing (where the ladder is.)
We are going to build floor-to-ceiling shelving for shoes, and all the other nonsense that floats around your home near the front door.
I’m now unable to sustain interest in this post… just look at the photos!
I would have liked to skip writing anything until I am home/regain some space in my brain; but Paul will be WAY past this; I assume the wall will be finished.
And I have realized this about myself: if something non-fancy is happening with the house; blah, blah, details, blah, blah, boring, blah, blah, construction… if I don’t blog about it immediately, I lose any kind of interest… and I just skip it because it’s too boring to write about.
But this irritates people because they WANT TO SEE CONSTRUCTION!
So here you go!
Random note of clarification on my refrigerator dilemma: I’m getting lots of different suggestions (thanks!!!) but a good percent of those suggestions are for 36″ panel ready options, and I get the feeling that some of you are like, girl– did you even google this?
YES! I did! I promise! BUT my entire fridge dilemma is based around 36″ of refrigerator, being 36″ MORE INCHES THAN I WISH TO SEE.
And if I spend nine million dollars, I can get the same cubic feet of 36″ storage, at 30″ of actual refrigerator… and this BUGS ME… just because I am poor, I must have an extra 6″ of ugly?
Ok. This is over now! I’m hitting publish EVEN THOUGH IT IS NOT A WELL-EDITED POST WITH GOOD PHOTOS AND CLEAR EXPLANATIONS.
If this bothers you, you will have to take it up with someone else because I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR YOUR JUDGEMENT.