Epitome

My mom sorting through kitchen crap.

Oh, my grandmother had canceled the delivery of our new couches three times, by the way. I don’t know why. There is no where to sit.

This is how I found the kitchen cabinets.

Small appliances, grilling, baking and tupperware piles.

Pyrex “section”

Pots and pans “corner”

This is the definition of Insanity.

Me: “Why don’t we put all the kitchen stuff up as we unpack it?”

My mother/grandmother: “No, we need to SEE what is here before we put it up.”

Which I guess means sprawling out every single item on the dining room floor and foyer.