We don't. Like, ever. I mean, why NOT kick off 2018 by completely gutting our kitchen. Like. Barebones gutting. Also, FYI, this wasn't PLANNED. I mean, it was sorta planned....but not like THIS. So for years I've begged Jason to open the wall between our kitchen and dining room. I've always felt like I was back in a dungeon doing "wifely" things, while he and the kids were in the opposite end of the house doing their thing. Let's face it, when we bought the place 10+ years ago, it had a door closing off the kitchen from the rest of the house. Servants quarters, what?!? Well, when he got his dream (our dream, but his big dream) of a garage, and we attached it to the house, we always questioned WHERE the entrance from the garage into the kitchen would land with the current cabinet configuration. We racked our brains and finally decided that maybe just opening the wall between the kitchen/dining area, and moving a few cabinets would suffice. However, wit...
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