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It's sad that the thing I like BEST about renovating the kitchen is that I will know for a fact, without a doubt, that every single nook and cranny in my kitchen is as clean as a whistle. Every corner, every baseboard, EVERYTHING.
I have been scrubbing walls and cleaning crevices with Q-Tips and bleach because I don't believe in slapping fresh paint over old dirt. Sadly, I always thought the windows (the frames) in my kitchen were a light creamy tan...um, they're white, says the solution of soapy water and bleach that I scrubbed them with. Seriously, how sad is that? I always prided myself on being a really clean person, and now I feel like a total scumball.
I have a feeling there is going to be World War III in the Best house when the kitchen is done. I just know that Bam is going to want to relax, rest, kick back and enjoy the glory of the finished kitchen for a while before beginning another room. That's not how I am. I want to move on! Now! In fact, yesterday Bam ran to his old apartment to get some tools, and I thought he'd be gone much longer than he really was...and when he came back, he caught me red-handed peeling off a GIANT strip of wallpaper in the dining room. I even tried to hide it behind my back! You should have seen his face. He was like, "WTF are you DOING?! We're not done with the kitchen yet, and I didn't want to do this room right away anyways!!" In my defense, I just wanted to see how hard that room was going to be!
So, yeah...it's gonna be World War III.
I have been scrubbing walls and cleaning crevices with Q-Tips and bleach because I don't believe in slapping fresh paint over old dirt. Sadly, I always thought the windows (the frames) in my kitchen were a light creamy tan...um, they're white, says the solution of soapy water and bleach that I scrubbed them with. Seriously, how sad is that? I always prided myself on being a really clean person, and now I feel like a total scumball.
I have a feeling there is going to be World War III in the Best house when the kitchen is done. I just know that Bam is going to want to relax, rest, kick back and enjoy the glory of the finished kitchen for a while before beginning another room. That's not how I am. I want to move on! Now! In fact, yesterday Bam ran to his old apartment to get some tools, and I thought he'd be gone much longer than he really was...and when he came back, he caught me red-handed peeling off a GIANT strip of wallpaper in the dining room. I even tried to hide it behind my back! You should have seen his face. He was like, "WTF are you DOING?! We're not done with the kitchen yet, and I didn't want to do this room right away anyways!!" In my defense, I just wanted to see how hard that room was going to be!
So, yeah...it's gonna be World War III.