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It’s Easter, and I think we all know that Easter is a time for new life. New beginnings. New…kitchens, dare I say, oh I DARE say. I tried this one at Christmas, but Mark said that one wasn’t going to fly. Apparently the birth of the baby Jesus into our world causing a great deal of joy wasn’t valid for our situation, because he wasn’t feeling the same amount of joy as me about kitchen renovations, and there’s nothing in the Bible about the transference of joy from one person to another.
Before that it was Halloween, which I personally thought was a pretty good one. I might have floated the idea that Halloween was a time of things that frighten a person, and how we ourselves become the thing that we dislike as we dress up and scare away the bad stuff. Mark hates the idea of us spending loads of money renovating the kitchen, so I said that, in the spirit of Halloween, it was time for him to actually just renovate the kitchen anyway, so as to become the thing he hates and chase away the fear.
Pretty good, huh? Better than the Queen’s Birthday. All I had for that one was that the Queen had like fifty bathrooms in Buckingham Palace, subtly sending a message that everyone should have at least one nice one.
And Australia Day…yeah, that was okay. I hit Mark with the idea that the great Australian dream wasn’t just owning land, but building stuff you like on that land. Like, say, a custom-designed kitchen. Eh? EH? Actually, that’s probably one of the better ones. Better save that one for next year, but the matter at hand is Easter, a time for new beginnings. A new beginning like contacting a custom kitchen designer and getting them to refresh our kitchen. As an idea, the logic is totally foolproof.
-Val
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