When I leave for work on Monday morning this is the view in my kitchen:
Yes, I have an old-fashioned popcorn machine. It's used almost daily for dinner.
This is how the kitchen looked last night. Yes, WEDNESDAY NIGHT. And yes, those are unused Valentines on my counter. Don't judge.
How the hell is that possible? That in just three days my kitchen goes from Martha Stewart to kitchen of the depraved. I walked into the house tonight, shuddered and thought what kid of people live in this squalor? At least I have proof that the fruit was consumed.
So I cannot wait until Sunday morning. When I can walk into my kitchen and not shudder.
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