Here is what my kitchen in Florida looks like at the moment (they already started ripping out some of the cabinets yesterday. They are coming back for the rest on Monday. We are making the kitchen more accessible for left-handed chefs, such as He Who Shall Not Be Named In This Blog. Did you not know most kitchens are right handed? Well, you’re probably right handed, then. Or, like me, you don’t cook):
Everything is going to Habitat for Humanity. Everything except….
“Luke…I am your father….”
“No! I don’t believe you!”
“Don’t listen to him, Luke! Get out of the way, kid, and let me blast him!”
“Oh, dear! I really don’t think that would be the wisest course of action, seeing as how he is the Dark Lord of the Sith and the Emperor’s right hand man!”
“Beep boo beep beep boo!”
“Why does everyone react with such aggression towards me? I said I’m your father and your friend wants to blast me. This all just seems so adversarial–”
“Outta my way, nerf-herders. Guess it’s up to me to save our skins—again! ZAP!”
“Ahhhhh—Poof.”
“I got him!”
“Bantha breath…that was me!”
Yay! The galaxy is saved!
(The magnets are staying with me.)
Don’t forget our live chat right here on Sunday, July 8, at 2PM!
More later.
Much love,
Meg
