We have a washing machine in the middle of our kitchen floor. Nope-not a euphemism. We have a stackable that has been in our den, but we are trying to move it down to the basement, where there are also hook ups. It isn't going so well. The refrigerator is in the way. We can't get the unit apart, and I'm not strong enough to lift it the way it needs to be lifted to get it down the stairs, so right now, we have a washing machine in the middle of our kitchen floor.
Last night when I asked Night where he wanted to eat (we don't have a dining room table, but he has his own table), he said he wanted to eat on his new table in the kitchen...
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