Since our plumbing exploded at the same time we were remodeling our kitchen cabinets, things have been looking pretty crazy in our house. We spent almost a month washing dishes with a garden hose dragged into the kitchen from the front outside spigot. We flushed toilets with buckets of water. We hauled laundry to the laundromat. Our dining table is piled high with the contents of our food pantry. And the cleaning products that normally live under the sink now reside on the counter by the sink.
Little by little we’re restoring order. We’ve got running water again, thus a dishwasher and washing machine, hot baths, and flushing toilets. Now every time I go to the bathroom, I utter the word, “Fancy!” as I exit. My husband’s response to clean sheets is likewise, “Fancy!”
Tonight my husband finished rebuilding the bottom of the undersink cupboard, where we had punched holes looking for the leak. He replaced our lovely custom-built pullout trash can as well. Our big fat lab Daisy is pretty disappointed since having the trash out in the open meant she could snuffle through it for tasty bits every time we turned our backs. Now the trash is safe, under the sink, from her powerful Labrador urges. She might not agree but we think that is awfully fancy.