Better than one of those collosal everything-but-the-kitchen-sink sundaes you order while at the beach and then instantly regret is a kitchen with the kitchen sink...plus one. 517's kitchen now has not one place to suds up but two. A big shallow sink to wash pots and a small deeper sink to contain little babies.
Pearl seemed to enjoy hanging out in the prep sink gumming a Burt's Bees lip balm when Amy, Brad and Pearl came over this evening to help schlep our bedroom furniture to the second floor.
We are passing a short sojourn upstairs in our newly finished office and den while the floors are being redone downstairs:
Maddy is clearly having trouble adjusting to the move:
(She is sleeping. Under the blanket. And snoring. Loudly.)
Our den area has Woody's beloved naugahide chair, the TV and the love seat:
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Two sinks is better than how I first read your headline; I took "sinks" as a verb!
What a dump!! JUST KIDDING!!!hahahaha. I love you guys. I get dibs on this room... minus the snoring ball of fur and Woody's stanky chair ;) weee hehehehehehe. I may never come downstairs tho... lol. xoxoxoxo
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