On Monday the ‘prep’ guys ripped out the laminate flooring in the back of the house and continued to move the few things that we did not.
The ceramic tile at the front of the house will take some heavy duty machinery….
The most terrifying moment? They wanted my fridge OUT. Oh my lordy….how I love my fridge. I was quickly trying to figure our how to say: BUBBLE WRAP. VERY CAREFUL. PRICELESS. MY BABY all in spanish…but I could not. Darn high school Spanish teachers. I was having a bit of an ‘inside my head’ panic attack…they had no idea I was busy making ulcers
I held my breath.
It makes me sad seeing it out there all alone. Oh, not alone…it is with all our other stuff. Do you see it…peeking over the plastic protectors? Soon, you will be back home with us sweet shiny baby.
Nope…no cooking going on in here today. (I had a plan though~crock pot!)
My first thought seeing this: Our kitchen is a safe sex kitchen.
If you don’t get this….well, we have nothing in common.
All my hanging lights are also safe. I kept awaking last night worried that someone would turn them on and melt all the plastic!
From my crazy tore up happy house to yours…. Happy Tuesday ya’ll!!!!