The living hell of a kitchen remodel

bits & pieces                      Remodeling

“ ” See this?  It's a stripped down kitchen waiting for The Destroyers (whom are now arrived). We're undergoing Do-Over II (the last was 25 years ago) ostensibly to make selling the place easier.  In fact I suspect it's because MoSup hated the cabinets. At any rate, what a royal pain-in-the-ass for the next 10 days (promised).  No access to running water (except the bathroom sink), or oven, or stove top.  This is the third text I've writ for this post, the previous two zapped by turned off circuit breakers.  A meteor strike would have been a blessing.  Really. We could take the insurance money and move to Bermuda.  Well, no.  When we do overcome inertia and sell;  there begins the  discussions about where we move to?  My choice really is Bermuda.  Or one of those South American countries where all the retired  postal workers move to, and live like kings.   Her choice is someplace within a 20 minute ride to the kids.  The thought of  selling a house in this socialist pisshole, only to stay here, has my sack all shriveled, and teeth itching. Even worse is what comes next, after I post this. Reading the latest news about the Obamacy, and finding  the bastids still doing what they do.  (Versions one and two of this post were much better, and more sanguine).