Look.  Lights.





No really, there are new lights there!  Try to look past the gaping holes in drywall and the fact that insulation circa 1949 is lurking precariously, just waiting to make us itch and cough.  There ARE lights.  New ones.  Nice ones.

Which is great, because upon scary reflection, I realize that I have never, since I moved out of my parents' house very, very long ago, had kitchen lights that weren't fluorescent.  Hey!  I may have just discovered a GrownUp Benchmark!   

But my burgeoning grownup status, you know, what with the non-fluorescent lights and all, doesn't explain this:






You should be informed that both of these refrigerators, which currently reside in the shack de cuisine, not only have kid drawings and pizza place and pediatrician magnets stuck to them, but they both also contain food.  Why are there two refrigerators in the "kitchen"?  Well, I know why, the moment hasn't been cosmically correct to move one of them.  Read:  It's a pain in the ass to move a fridge.  Have you ever tried it?  It sucks!

So we're waiting until the last possible minute. 

I'm guessing my grownup badge isn't a lock yet?