After all these years, I still cannot figure myself out.

I have a gorgeous new kitchen and the thought of cooking is a turn off.

Maybe I don’t want to mess with perfection.

I prepared lunch yesterday for my husband and I felt exhausted afterwards.

I quickly returned everything in the kitchen to its stylized resting place.

I wonder how long I can play the renovation card until David catches on.

I better start planning takeout because my dodging dinner days are numbered.

I might just turn into the kitchen equivalent of a vapid runway model…looking good, but no substance, or for that matter, sustenance.