Where it's toasty warm. Where there is no snow or sleet or ice. Where my eyeballs don't frost over. Where the cats and the GSD have taken up residence in front of the wood stove. I need to burn some incense or put some of those carpet sprinkles on Charlie because just his exhaling (from both ends) is making the house smell like stale dog food and farts. I'm a little concerned about his close proximity to the stove as there is the distinct possibility of the dogbutt gasses having concentrated enough to explode into a ball of fire and blast my flaming and charred body across the room if I were to open the door to the wood stove.
|Split pea soup with a chunk o' ham bone and a smelly, slow roasting dog.|
On to more pleasant, and less offensive to the nose, things going on INside.
A month (or so) ago, Paul got me my wonderful, beautiful, super-dooper double oven. And he also started working on the counter tops and back splash.
|Cabinet above the stove had to be moved up for microwave.|
The white, ugly, delaminating laminate counter tops had to go.
The wall behind the stove / fridge needed some finishing.
Now that I'm pretty sure I'm happy with how the counter tops came out (and their cost-effectiveness), there's the OTHER side of the kitchen to work on:
|Yes, there's a cat on my kitchen counter top. Yes, cat hair is|
a recurring ingredient in my cooking. Deal with it.