Yesterday, I had gluten in my lunch.
I know! I know!
Whomever purchased the last round of frozen gluten-free macaroni and cheese got one made with wheat by mistake (my guess it was mixed up in the freezer section). I had two bites and was all, Hmmm... this tastes off.
Turns out, I was right.
Vomiting is fun.
Especially when blood is involved.
Stupid wheat allergy.
Angela wants us to flash our dining rooms. (She's a wee bit demanding, yes?)
(I'm just kidding.)
After last week's living room post, I decided I'm not going to clean up for you all. So you may bask in the dirtiness and filth.
Now, I don't have a "dining room" per se... we call it "the breakfast room" (mainly because it is pathetically small).
Here's the view from the living room (see? red armoire on the left).
This is where I write all these creative little rants about life (photo-hungry children included).
We practice the "hang shit where they left the nails" philosophy. And those green shelves where there when we moved in. I'd like to do something with this wall, but haven't figured out what yet, particularly thanks to the non-existent budget. I'd particularly like some device that would hold cookbooks, but it would have to be thin (I don't like banging my head against stuff, weird, I know). Any decorating advice would be helpful.
Just to the right of Griffin is the hallway.
And this is the view from the hallway. Isn't that the best bumper sticker ever?
And this is the view from the telephone table. See the pile of magazines to read?
And let us not forget the beautiful flooring. The children had decided to start pick-pick-picking at the linoleum tiles and eat it. So, being the budget-minded person I am, I figured out a way to fill them (wood filler! polyurethane!).
And the view into the kitchen from where I sit. See? I didn't clean those counters off at all.
I hope this makes everyone happy.
And I hope you all feel like much better people for having a cleaner dining room than I have.