So a few months ago, I finally convinced my cheap slumlord ladlord to put in a new kitchen. We love our house, but it was a complete shithole when we got it and I have done a LOT of work to make it nice. I’ve plastered holes, painted, and more. It’s taken a lot of time and a lot of money. All I want him to do is give me a liveable kitchen. The countertop is coming away from the wall and sliding off, the cabinets are falling apart and it’s the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen. Well, today he comes round with the contractor to decide what to do about it. Bear in mind this is a year after the fact and he has promised me a new countertop and cabinets. His solution to fix everything? Why, put a piece of wood under the failing countertop to hold it up! I’m so mad I can’t even describe it. It’s ridiculous.

On a much happier note, I leave for Ireland in exactly three weeks. I got a card from Auntie Jane in the mail today telling me that another one of her donkeys is pregnant and the foal is expected in October. So there’s a possibility that it will be born while I’m there. It was so awesome last time when little Rusty was born, I would love for it to happen again.