Every now and again my ambition takes a hold of me and gets a little unruly. It forces me to do things that normal mortals would not think sane.
Like replacing counter tops in your kitchen when your carpenter husband is at a race for the weekend.
And I lived to tell the story.
It started on a Friday night. After he left for a race with his rocking crawling team, Miller Motorsports, I executed my scheme.
See really, it’s not my fault. The counter tops were begging to leave! “Please Mrs. D get us out of here! We can’t stand your new sense of pretty style!”
Who could argue with a plea like that?
Plus, B is all go big or go home. So any upgrades to the kitchen are a no go, unless it involves ripping it out putting on a million dollar addition. While we may have style, we will not be coming into renovation cash for a few years. And L is motivated.
And so I took these:
And with the help of awesome friends, made them these:
Can you believe I did all this in one day? And that B came home and let me live? I’m still in shock.
Carpenters do not take kindly to other people working on their homes. But after a panty adjustment he has admitted that it is way better than what was there.
“Fairy tales can come true, it can happen to you. If your overly ambitious…”