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As you know, the move, she is on. Well… at least the deep consideration of how much space two people really need, particularly when it comes to the kitchen. Not once have we discussed how many bathrooms we need. We kind of agreed that two bedrooms would be nice, but we would be okay with one large bedroom. But the thing we find the most important in our future “home” is kitchen space. We want a lot. We cook so much and if the house doesn’t have a good work space, we are going to end up eating out a lot. So when I go to look at places without Winemonkey, I take pictures. In fact, one of the houses I went into, I took only one picture and that was of the kitchen. So since I have gone through the effort of taking these damn pictures, I will also take the effort to post them for you.

Please note the ample space between the two counters. Also, the full size gas stove. And full size dishwasher. This might be a cooks dream. in fact, if it was a) in a better neighborhood, b) not so damn expensive, and c) had more parking, we would be in business. But some of these things can be dealt with and maybe this is the kitchen for us. I mean, it is so expensive because of the double pane windows and the fact that it is has 3 bedrooms and 2.5 baths. It is HUGE. But really nice.

Ummm, yeah. I am concerned that if I had taken the picture of me standing in the kitchen, you would have fallen over dead as I could simultaneously burned my hand on the stove top and pulled ice cream out of the freezer. This kitchen comes with no yard, a small storage shed, no laundry (as my washer and dryer wouldn’t fit in the small closet that has the washer and dryer hook ups) and only one bedroom… maybe we would have even gotten a landlord who likes to drink a lot and who runs through tenants like it was nobody’s business (not entirely her fault, but it is enough to make me suspicious). The advantage? It is on a cul de sac in a very wealthy neighborhood. Odds are she is going to rent to someone else. And I think that we are all okay with that.

And lastly. This beauty. No seriously. Yes, there is a mini dishwasher. But look at the countertops? And the heating for this place? Comes up through the floor, which means never walking on cold tiles. It also means that a puppy would have a whole kitchen/living room combo to have accidents without ruining the carpet. However, there is about 2 feet of usable counter space. Tell me where I am going to store my coffeepot, crockpot, kitchenaid mixer, and whatever other miscellaneous kitchen wares I have. Plus, the landlord is an lder gentleman who didn’t appear to be in the best health. And the second bedroom? Not even a bedroom. More like a large closet. Honestly. I have more pictures of this little gem, but I think we are going to keep looking.

You know, I just realized that it is February 17th and that I didn’t write anything about Valentine’s Day. This is mostly because I think it is a bullshit holiday. I think that I read a bunch of blogs that day and thought that half of the people I read regularly either loved or hated it and everything I would have said was summed up by one or three of them. So I just skipped it.

So just to put it in perspective, my mom and dad and both of my grandmas sent me valentine’s day cards. My mom went as far to send my sister and I a gift basket containing a small amount of chocolate and nuts, which was from both her and my dad, but really, who are we kidding, I doubt my dad said, “Hey hon, let’s send the girls some chocolate.” Winemonkey and I aren’t planning on exchanging any sort of presents. I feel bad because I asked him to just write me a little note. I feel bad about this because he HATES when I tell him what to do for me on holidays. But this year he didn’t even get me a card for my birthday. Not because he isn’t considerate, but because we weren’t doing anything spectacular for my birthday and he was between jobs and there was just a whole lot of shit going down around my birthday. But anyway, he hates it when I say, “You know, it would be really nice if you would do ______ for [insert holiday here].” Mostly because I usually ruin the surprise. But this time when I said, “Could you please just get me card or something for Valentine’s day.” He said, “Is this like your birthday?” Because for my birthday I said, “Hey maybe next year, if we decide no presents, could you at least get me a card?” Anyway. I was sad because he didn’t think to.

But the truth is, that until I started writing this post, I totally forgot that I gave him shit about this “card or note” for Valentine’s Day and I am going to see him tomorrow and I don’t have anything to give to him. In my defense, on the actual day of Valentine’s day, I sent him and ecard. Not just any ecard, but one that had all kinds of personal jokes involved and one, that although free, was so personally specific for us that it was RIDICULOUS (thank you Sarcomical for sending me a card – if it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t have stumbled across the card that I sent Winemonkey).

I gotta get on the ball tomorrow morning. God!

p.s. It isn’t that my dad doesn’t come up with good presents. He just doesn’t come up with good present ideas regularly. Like the last great present I can remember getting from my dad was brackets for my coffee table because the legs were wobbly. I am not joking. I will have to think about it, but I think that was the last present he did all on his own without anyone’s help. And it was an awesome present. I will be able to pass that table down to my children and my children’s children.