It all started with a light.
One of those awful fluorescent lights with the plastic cover.
In a fit of impatience, I gently pulled my leg free from a cord.
So gently in fact, that my shoe came right off my foot and flew to the ceiling, breaking the plastic cover of our kitchen's overhead light.
Sometimes I don't know my own strength.
Normal people would just replace the plastic covering and move on with their lives.
Apparently we are not normal people.
In our defense we do hate that light.
Is there a stronger word than hate? Because that would describe my feelings for the light.
But I can't just replace the light because I want to put in an island. If I'm going to replace the light, I should replace it with what I would put over an island.
I know. I baffle myself sometimes with my superior intellect.
Most husbands would say: "That's crazy! We aren't paying to put in an island just so you can fix a light!"
MY husband said: "While we're at it we should replace the cabinets, I hate these cabinets. And we might as well do the floor too. I hate this tile." He also probably said something about how amazing of a wife I am.
And then the world ceased to revolve on it's axis because I didn't know what to say.
I didn't want to do an entire kitchen remodel.
But it's happening people.
On Monday.
All because of a light.
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