Chapter: Eleventy Thousand
I’m not sure this has come up in the past, but I’m slightly vertically challenged. Not super short, mind you. I can reach a fair amount of shelves and definitely jump for the rest, but short enough that on television they made me stand on a box behind the counter so that Leo Laporte’s eye-level wouldn’t be looking clear over my head.
Anyway, I now have a kitchen table and some kitchen chairs. I swear this is going somewhere. Though a large family effort, we got my Grandma into a really bitchin’ home. I’d live there tomorrow if I had the money. I don’t. It costs 2.5x my rent here, but does include food. Since her new place didn’t quite hold all her furniture, I got to take possession of the table and chairs. I’ve never ever ever had a kitchen table. This’ll be glorious. I’ve grown so accustomed to eating at my desk the last, gosh, forever, that I’m really looking forward to spreading out and enjoying my meals without a screen and keyboard in near it. Yes, yes, I know about hygiene and how horrible it is to eat at your desk. It was the desk or on my lap and I stand by my choice :)
The kitchen chairs are bonus for another reason. No more jumping for shelves! I put anything I use frequently on the bottom shelves anyway, but now the chairs completely eliminate the need to hop up on the counter to retrieve something! It also let me see on top of my fridge for more than a split second in midair. This, as it turns out, was a mixed blessing.
Have you checked the top of your fridge lately? Ewwwwwwwww. This set off a massive cleaning spree and now everything is spotless. Cleaning the top of the stove fan was also less than fun. My mom came over after I signed the lease to help me clean everything, though that was many moons ago and I’ll sleep easier tonight knowing that everything is sparkling in the kitchen. There’s also no way in heck that I’ll be making a mess in my kitchen tonight so I think it’s time to go treat myself to a decent dinner out, woo.
A New Quest Tally:
1 watery pop — because I’m a goof. I had to resort to drive-through in the middle of a long drive last week, asked for a chocolate milk, they gave me a pop and I wasn’t paying attention and drank it. It tasted so very weird after not having it for a while.
0 energy drinks — for real! Not buying any makes them harder to drink. I really thought that this would be where I slipped and not the pop, to be honest.
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