tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805504101401683454.post5638931651341877678..comments2015-01-18T11:31:47.787-06:00Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11154692504751436022noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805504101401683454.post-35673824400436317322014-06-19T16:04:14.946-05:002014-06-19T16:04:14.946-05:00Keight, I'm just SO GLAD you innately understand all of my (now past!) kitchen struggles. You nailed it, lady. And yes, our goal is to have Harper cooking his own hot dogs and heating up his mother's coffee by next week. It's only right and just.Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11154692504751436022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805504101401683454.post-59160186720745012442014-06-13T10:14:21.633-05:002014-06-13T10:14:21.633-05:00my favorite is your epic struggle against the dear departed mrs. dorothy and her leavings. also that you placed your visible microwave at a harper-appropriate height so he can cook for himself, the little freeloader. i cant even imagine the rage of sweltering away in this shittily designed kitchen, rotating appliances on the one outlet, and being slowly suffocated by your entrees. not to mention if your husband was trying to sneak by behind you right when you needed to bend over...HULK RAGE! i'm so very excited to watch the gnashing turn into cheesing!keight dukeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887072283297653771noreply@blogger.com