One of the (mostly) great things about being grounded is that I spend more time in the kitchen. And once we move into our own home, I have even more glorious plans. I will do marvelous things with the almost useless kitchen gadgets meant for one particular thing. I’ll use my pretty plates and fruit bowls, goblets for sparkly drinks and anything with polka dots.
And I will never, not ever, no, never again take my very own can opener for granted.
THIS particular one, lurking in the shadows of our brother’s luscious green apple colored Kitchenade, HATES me. I can almost hear it laughing maniacally when I scream at the mess it makes and the hazardous shards of metal it leaves behind.
Pampered Chef, my eye! More like, Exasperated Chef.
In other news, I’ve realized with a possible Epilepsy diagnosis, I have developed a couple of new fears. Spiders aren’t so high on the list anymore-maybe because it’s winter and I haven’t seen them hanging around.
I’m adding the floor, crosswalks and bubble baths to the list.
Then again, come spring, arachnids might make a comeback.
It’s the simple things, right?