Goodbye kitchen. We hate you and your tired, crumbling cabinets, your plastic tiled walls, your sorry excuse for a floor, and your dark, dreary attitude. And seriously, why do you look jaundiced all the time?
Goodbye bathroom. We tried to make it work with you. We really tried. But you were just awful. You were weak, for one thing. And cold. Ok fine, your tile floor is fantastic and we wish we could still meet up secretly from time to time, but there’s not enough of you to cover the new floorplan. (Sink, you get to stay).
Goodbye pantry. We always despised your lack of organizational skills and your inability to multitask. (Plus, I know you provided a home for that mouse that one time. I hate you for that.)
It’s not us, it’s you.
We hate you.
Demolition of the kitchen, panty and bathroom started at 0800 today.