I feel like the universe is telling me it’s time to redo the kitchen.
On Thursday, our cooktop snapped. It was a crazy evening where we had 30 minutes to do homework, eat dinner, and get ready for soccer. I had made dinner in the crockpot because I knew it was going to be a crazy evening so I have no idea when or how it happened. We noticed it after we got home from freezing our patooties off at soccer. (It’s officially October with temperatures anywhere from 75° to 20°. )
Yesterday, our dishwasher started on fire. Thankfully we caught it in the smoking and sparking phase. I held the extinguisher at the ready while Jesse ran downstairs to turn off the power and for half a second I thought, “Maybe we should just let it burn.” But…that seemed a little extreme, even if I do feel betrayed by kitchen right now.
One of my girlfriends jokingly told me that if the toaster goes I really do need to redo the kitchen.
If only the universe was giving me the funds.