1. This piece of wood is from the original Kitchen, and I found it all chipped up and abused in a debris pile waiting to be hauled away. Go ahead and just process that for a second, how over the last few years my life has gone from sleeping in pants suits to digging through trash with paint in my hair. LIVING THE DREAM, man.
2. The other morning I was minding my own business when Andrew called all frantic and hyperventilating. He'd signed up with a group of guys from his company for something called The Warrior Dash, a three mile obstacle race that involves hay bales and beer and helmets with horns. And jumping over fire. "Oh, by the way," he said, "I entered you, too."
3. If I had countertops or running water or cabinetry doors that didn't look like ass it might be easier to cook in The New Kitchen. But that didn't stop me from whipping together our first official meal since the renovation, Bacon + Basil Wheat Pasta. It was delicious. And you couldn't even taste how bad the Linden doors look.