The Yen kitchen, 8:00 p.m, last night.
I dragged the 111 pound package that we'd purchased at IKEA on Sunday up from the basement (I'm not making that up-- the weight was printed on the side of the box). I was okay, until I came across the bag of 4,000 assorted bolts, connectors, etc. Kim wisely got me a glass of wine.
Note to all unmarried guys: in every wedding vow, there is an inaudible section-- "Do you (your name here) promise to put together 'some assembly required' toys, furniture, etc..." Beware.
Minutes later, Kim and were seated at the countertop, having a glass of wine, celebrating a bunch of good news. I'll tell you more in the next post.