The Kitchen. (and more vomiting.)
Here’s a little story. It all started with a nail. It was late. It was Saturday night. We had just gotten back from dinner and a few drinks at a local bar and grill. It was 10pm or later. We had spent the morning running errands, and the afternoon drilling, screwing (actual screws with screwdrivers), … More The Kitchen. (and more vomiting.)