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I really don't. And you know what else? My husband is in the middle of tearing out my kitchen. I have bare drywall on 2 walls and exposed studs on the third wall. I have no upper cabinets. They are in the basement getting ready for me to sand, prime and paint them. My husband and his friend are supposed to be there at 4:00 today to take out my lower cabinets, my sink, and my dishwasher. You'd think these two have a death wish or something. What's pushing me over the edge is that my husband (kindly) asked if I could work until 8:00 (aka so I wouldn't be there to bother them) then bring them dinner home and be ready to clean up all the nasty drywall stuff after them. At 9:00 at night, people! I turn into a pumpkin at 9:00! My head hurts. My throat hurts. I have a runny nose and my body aches. Not to mention, I've had pretty weird vertigo bouts for the last week and a half (that's not been pretty). All I want to do is go home and get in my bed and pull my pretty purple down comforter over my head and sleep until Easter Sunday.
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Tata - K!
PS - I know, I know...I should be grateful that I'm getting a new kitchen. The really really is that my house has been under constant heavy duty construction since for 3 1/2 years now, and I'm completely sick of it! My husband tells me it's almost over, and I don't believe him one bit!!! It took him ten months to renovate my upstairs bathroom (which by the way, he waited until I was on an international business trip to rip out my beloved bathtub) and he told me that the bathroom was the easy part!
PPS - I am really really really finished with my rant now!
PPPS - I apologize to my high school English teacher Mrs. Bellm and my sister Allison who teaches English for all of the poor grammar and punctuation in this post. If you haven't noticed, I don't feel good!
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