Excuse the journal style of writing today, but I'm not sure how to turn this into a story.
2:30; I hear the screen door. My brother says, "Dad's home." I reply, "What's he doing home this early?" "I don't know," Jeremiah answered. So I run upstairs and ask, "What are you doing home?" "I came to work on the kitchen," my dad says. Let me explain.
We got a set of cupboards recently, and we're working on moving the kitchen.
Right away, we got started on tearing the old cabinets out. Soon, all the doors are off and we're working on tearing the actual cupboards out. They WERE built in. Not anymore.
While we were tearing the cupboards out, I got a blood blister.
"It's a bliss buster!"At least, that's what my dad says.
So, at the end of the day, half our kitchen is in the living room, and one couch is in the basement.
Johanna
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