No time for blogging today! as our good friend Doctor Zaius says, because we’re making a hole for a dishwasher in the bunkhouse.
These cabinets weren’t built out of plywood; the end of the cabinet I’ve unceremoniously eviscerated was made out of solid wood boards glued together. They just don’t make’m like that anymore.
Our little bungalow used to be the bunkhouse for a few farmhands. They were probably grateful for the old Norge refrigerator and the gas stove, along with the flush toilet. But as much as we love the warm-water therapy of scrubbing egg off the china, we already are planning the ways we’ll spend that salvaged almost-daily hour of dishwashing labor.
Really? More time blogging??
Really??
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Congrats on the dishwasher! LOL. Hope it meets all your expectations. On the flip side, please stop by and pick up a little gift I left for ya!