So for the past 3 months I’ve been focused on getting my kitchen remodeled in time for Christmas, which I host.

Fast forward to last week, the kitchen is done. It’s practically a Christmas miracle.

An hour ago my family called to cancel. Stomach bug.

I’m not upset at them. If they can’t enjoy being here because of illness, and the risk of giving me the illness, it’s better they don’t come over. I’ll happily drink all the wine and eat all the cheese I bought for the tray. 6 kinds. Because that’s how I roll.

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I think it’s fucking hilarious that the kitchen is done and there’s no one to see it.