Monday, May 17, 2010

Because I can't stop talking about my kitchen

I bring you, "The Country Coney - continued" (I toyed with "- the sequel," but that's not alliterative, now is it?)

Why more? Because I realised in all my snap-happiness, I missed posting one angle.

Here it is. Complete with a dash of caption-crazy, because I know how you like it.

(click to enlarge)

We were given the fridge.
And the microwave. It is the same microwave my mother had when I was a child. That almost makes it one of the pioneer microwaves. Maybe I am slowly cooking us all from the inside out every time I turn that puppy on.

Hope not.

My mother's inner-hippy is on-and-off opposed to microwaves. She is.
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