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So here's the deal with our kitchen: some chuckleheads who owned the house before us ruined it. There used to be a door between the dining room and the kitchen; who would want one of those? thought Mr. and Mrs. Chucklehead, apparently.

There are two drawers. TWO.

You need a head lamp and one of those grabber thingies to get items out of the back of the floor cabinets. See, drawers and high cabinets are difficult to make and install, and Mr. and Mrs. Chucklehead are lazy, in addition to being dim.

Pantry? Also superfluous.

I guess when we bought the house I didn't see all the problems with the kitchen because I didn't really cook. Today, of course, I have to cook, cause kids cost money that we used to spend on eating out. I won't go over the whole saga about why it took us seven years to finally get to this point, but happily, along came James, a stay-at-home dad for the past year who is looking to get back into construction and did a small job in our back room before we decided he could do the kitchen. He's giving us a good rate on the labor because, he says, we're helping him get back into the business.

The kitchen's only good points are it's large size and the fact that it's almost square, so no pricey custom cabinets are necessary. Still, this is all going to cost us more than I took home in a year as a reporter.




No, that isn't some kind of camera trick, the floor tiles really are that ugly.