The ONLY time guns are allowed in the Kitchen Remodel (Part 22)

This is how I remember the conversation:

Husband – “My beautiful Queen – would you mind calling the kids into the very organized kitchen so they can see me gently and quietly put the foundation for the island in?”

Me – the Queen:  “Oh, yes dear.  Let me get them out of their bed so they can see this extraordinaire event that will happen in our very organized kitchen.  Have I mentioned to you how much I love and appreciate you lately?”

Husband – “No, Lovey – I don’t recall you mentioning how great I am.  But, your actions prove it to me over and over again.  You are the bestest wifey in the whole wide world.”

Me – the Queen – “Oh, you brought tears into my eyes.   I’m the lucky one!  I’m also so glad you decided to tear up my kitchen and  that you are now going to shoot a LOUD, obnoxious, SMELLY, oversized nail gun into my very organized kitchen – right at the kid’s bedtime.”

Husband – “It is NOT a problem, Sweetheart, – anything I can do to make your life more bloggable.”  {My spell check says that “bloggable” is not a word – it is in my mind!}

 The Hubs about to shoot the board into the concrete  – kids preparing for the LOUD BANG!

They were preparing for bed before being beckoned to the “organized kitchen”.  Only one had her jammies on which after this picture – I realized they were too small.  When will kids quit growing so fast?   All the kids got to keep a .22 caliber case.
When they left them in the kitchen, I trashed them.  I know – bad Mommy.  They stink.  They are trash and I don’t want their undies drawer to smell like a shotgun.  Maybe the kids won’t miss them (until they read this).

Until next time…

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