*sigh*
What next?
The other night I came home to find this:
No, your eyes aren't deceiving you..There's my kitchen's
below builder quality upper cabinets..falling down like a drunk teenager.
I'm pretty sure the only thing holding them there is that vent soffit and a little fairy dust.
So imagine me screaming and crying about "all my lovely glassware" while my husband just about shattered his spine holding up the cabinet while I unloaded it....then imagine the argument that ensued because I was "moving too damn slow"...ahem, anyway...
Now, they've always hung "kinda weird" since the first day. Here's a pic of how they looked when we moved in 2 years ago:
Yeah..crooked-ish but "sturdy feeling"..so I decided to go ahead and load 'em up with all of this:
Ya think that's why they almost fell down???
*batting eyelashes*
I've been up all night anticipating the sound of the cabinets crashing down..I need to take a pill of some sort..or maybe shock therapy will help.
