That Time Again

I now have a couch in my kitchen. I'm not sure which is worse about this-- the fact that it's just plain weird to have a couch crammed into one's kitchen (and it really is crammed; I can't open the cupboards that it's pushed up against), or the fact that Craig thinks that's an awesome place to keep it. I think he's envisioning sacking out on the couch after work and watching me cook dinner for him. 'Cuz that's gonna happen...

Anyway, in case you didn't already guess, we have officially started working on the rec room.
Up to this point, this room has sported the darkest wood paneling imaginable, making it feel like a very dark cave, except less homey. Craig has removed a couple sections of this paneling and discovered lighter wood paneling underneath it, and then the cinder blocks. But no insulation. Hmmm.
Craig also pulled up one corner of the carpet, revealing linoleum underneath that is meant to look like dark wooden tiles. Apparently whoever chose the paneling and the linoleum never got that tree house they wanted so badly as a kid.

Craig also found some wiring that is being held together with electrical tape. So let's make that a tree house that you're secretly hoping to burn down, but on accident. Perhaps this was all meant to be an insurance scam?

In any case, I have the feeling that this couch is going to be in my kitchen for a while.

This will effectively cancel any plans of entertaining that I may have even been considering. Fortunately, I don't have parties very often, so this isn't much of a sacrifice. But if you do find yourself at my home for whatever reason, please try not to laugh too openly at the current state of things. It's really not my fault. Instead, try to be impressed with the fact that I helped Craig carry the couch up the stairs. What I lack in homemaking skills, I try to make up for with sheer grunt work!



P.S. to my fellow Manass-assassins: I hope someone out there is enjoying this snow. How worthless is it for it to snow on a Saturday?!?!