I just got home to quite the surprise. In the faint view, through the darkness, I could tell there was something obstructing... something intruding... in my eensy kitchen! I struggled to flip the light with my double bagged arm, and carrying in a package from the front porch.
Lo & behold, I have a mobile kitchen island! Complete with wheels for rollin' & lockable for a sturdy placement, a towel rod, and an extended arm/leaf/what-have-you. It has a drawer, and cupboards! *sigh*
I felt like a six year old, with a new play kitchen. I wanted to stand there and pretend to chop something. I wanted to open and close all the drawers, and doors, and oh my!
In my shock, I called Jonathan who answered, "Happy Birthday, Birthday, & Christmas!" and somewhere during the conversation & in the midst of my gushing he asked, "was it worth the wait?"
For now, I need to get to bed. I'll be dreaming of actually cooking things, chopping somewhere other than the stove-top, & beautifully preparing my bento! Pictures surely to come soon.
Thank you. Seriously, thank you! (and, for once, you were able to pull off a genuine surprise for me!)
