here's the promised, although grainy, photo of the cluttered but clean kitchen with the shiny, shiny floor.
i'll throw in a bonus d'oh story, dedicated to beenzzz, who wrote about cosmopolitan martinis just the other day. last night after replacing the furniture and blogging on the whole experience, i was tiredly mixing up some cosmos for t and i, so we could snuggle on the sofa and watch movies while elegantly sipping cocktails from way cool martini glasses. somehow, without even noticing, i grabbed the KOOL-AID instead of the cranberry juice and shook it in with the alcohol. when i poured out, i knew that something must be wrong for the drink looked like this:
the pink day-glo might light up your insides! no matter, and no need to waste perfectly good vodka and triple sec, we drank it anyway. the secret is that there's a goodly amount of cranberry juice mixed in with the kool-aid for the benefit of my fruit-hating son. but don't tell! he's never guessed.