my keeeeeraaazy kitchen.

i missed my bus again this morning, i blame the kitchen. or my mother. or both.

i had about 5 minutes to make my lunch this morning. easy thinks I. ill just grab some leftover lasagna. easier said than done. to bring lasagna to school one cannot simply stuff it in one's pocket. one needs a fine invention such as tupperware. now the kitchen contain no less than 36 cupboards. i shit you not, this probably isnt that big of a exageration. only my mother knows where things are. partially because of the sheer amount of possibilies and partially because my mother keeps MOVING THINGS. i could have sworn i saw the tuperware in one drawer yesterday but loe and behold, today the same drawer held pots and pans. so as i frantically openned and closed everything with a handle within reach i asked my father if HE had any idea whereshe would have stashed them. he laughed. go knows. he said it was probably in some storage place we never even knew we had. he was right. i finally found it and my father admitted that he never even had considered looking there. oh, and where was my mother in all of this? sleeping, it was 6:50 am. (this probably didnt help matters)

when we first started installing things in the kitchen, my father and i joked about making a map. it doesnt seem like such a joke anymore...

i dont know... its hard to NOT like the kitchen, its basically designer perfect. its all just seems a little much for our run-of-the-mill suburban home. enh, what do i know... im not paying for it, right?


i wish i could be a stand up comic. it would be fun. except im not really funny. at least not stand-up-comic funny... more like walk-into-a-wall-and-everyone-laughs-at-you funny.


on the plus side, i probably didnt fail history of art.

thumbes up, right?