i have wished all my life for long legs. it's not so much that i don't like the ones i have but everyone knows that long slender legs and small butts are what everyone wants. you never hear anyone longin for a big butt and chunky thighs - except maybe that guy who wrote that rappy tune about likin big butts that is now being used to advertise school supplies - but i don't think that did much to turn around everyone's thinkin.
i recently started my exercise routine again. about an hour ago. seems all this dabblin in desginin doo dads for delivery via download has not been kind to my behind. i'm not alone. there is this new phenomenon that has developed as a result of a woman sitting long hours doin up ditigal doo dads. it will sneak up on you if you aren't payin attention or watching for it. this unkindness may make for a more comfortable sit but standin will become less flatterin.
i had hoped in my case the long trek back and forth to jo's trailer would have helped a little with this thing i call the digital doo dad'n derierre but makin the round trip in mini's dad's golf-cart-turned-lawn-warrior-mobile with a hand full of fritos pre-dipped in bean dip has done nothin to lighten the load. fightin jo for the rights to the vehicle has provided a bit of areobics but not enough to work off the extra cake calories needed for my behind to look like it did previous to me meetin my daily double digit goal for designin doo dads.
i look pretty good as long as i'm only seen waving from the car or in seated scenarios. i do believe it has gotten past the point of being able to hide it behind a grocery cart or large handbag though. i really started gettin concerned when even my favorite old overalls i've worn since the eighth grade and which saw me comfortably through pregnancy were feelin a little snug across the hips. this was not good since during my makin of mini mo my husband liked to announce, because of my size, 'my wife is givin birth to a baby and it's pets - two german shepherds and a shetland pony' - the pets referring to the fact that i appeared to be formin more than just a small human inside my 5 foot almost 3 inch body and these extras were being created in the large projectiles that had once been my breasts and what had become a big fat butt that sort of melted into two short blobby thighs.
my mother and father should have never been allowed to come together and create children. they both had short legs and together created more short legged creatures who have ended up havin a deep desperate desire for even one long leg. in case you were fortunate enough to have normal length extremities and aren't aware, if you've got short legs and put on anything more than an extra half a pound, it attaches to the back of your thigh and then continues to pile up there, moving around to the side slightly so that you've got yourself what is called 'saddlebags'. maybe that's only what they are called in texas and in your neck of the woods go by somethin just as disgustin but whatever you know them as, they arrive and once there, are difficult to remove.
if this scenario is allowed to progress, the extra poundage then works it's way further up your sides and creates a new body part called 'love handles'. why they're called that i'll never understand cause there's nothin to love about em. this is one more development that occurred while i sacrificed up my much cared for and toned physique for makin a child and another that my once prince charmin took great pleasure in using for his constant comedy at others expense routine.
he found great pleasure in tellin me how nice it would be that i could carry HIS baby and two diet cokes to him at the same time with no problem meanin that i could set a can on each handle for the trip. if it was possible to get a divorce at the 7-11 while payin for a day's worth of baby ruths and a gallon sized slurpy i would have done so but since that was about all i had the energy for while haulin around a developin baby, her pets and all those new body parts, i had to just buck up and endure this extra attention showered on me in my time of growth.
it might be okay if i had been blessed with only the short leg gene but also bein dinged with the double D delights that cast shadows over anything i stood above since the age of 12 makes it difficult to find duds to disguise a digital doo dad'n derrière. the long baggy shirt look may hide the big baggy bottom hidin beneath but the protrusion of the D's above creates a tent like effect that only makes you look bigger than you can take credit for. winter is good. the cold weather allows for the wearin of a coat of some sort and many hours of doo dad'n can therefore be hidden.
if you have any hope of keepin from the world the new additions to your body in the warmer months, forget it and just plan on puttin in lots of time in front of the screen because there is no summer frock i have yet to discover that will allow you to keep your growin a secret. it's temptin just lock the house up tight and tell your friends you are goin abroad for the summer months - it will be the truth if you act like you accidently added the 'a' before the 'broad'.
lettin it be known you are available during sunny times means you might have to endure a fate worse than death to a mom with an expandin behind - an invitation to a pool party. i have made a habit of gettin the mail before any one else in the family and if such doom arrives in my mailbox, i walk straight to the trash, pitch it in and never mention it to a soul. no need for guilt on this one - dastardly deeds done during these difficult times are supposedly forgiven.
i'd give anything to be one of those expanding women who seem to never give their size a thought, squeeze into a swimsuit and head for any waterin hole available. once there, they frolic in their half nakedness as if the vison shown to those around them is that of only loveliness and jump in and out of the water like super models struttin down the runway with nary a cover-up in sight. me - if i were sittin around a pool less than fully clothed, there could be someone drowning right in front of me and i'd STILL have to throw on the vison protecting cover-up before standing to leap in and save their life.
if you are the long legged small behind type who can eat anything and never gain an ounce, all this might sound a bit crazy but it will be understood by other 'normal' women with 'normal' bodies who give up all the other joys of life and even good nutrition to make sure they have properly documented their family's daily comins and goins through digital doo dad'n and who therefore have also developed the doo dad' derrière problem from lack of any real movement besides their eyeballs and clicker finger and being forced to eat calorie laden foods right there at the screen for fear of not getting their latest layout succesfully posted for all the world to see.
having now read all these facts i have written for you to ponder, imagine my utter delight when while once again givin up precious time cookin or cleanin or listenin to new comedy routines invented around my few shortcomins, i am at the doo dad'n station, listenin to the t.v. and i hear that it is has been discovered that having a big butt and large thighs is GOOD FOR YOU! yes indeedy - i am tellin you the gospel truth...there he was, that handsome matt sittin next to that perky katie sayin those exact words...BIG BUTTS AND THIGHS ARE GOOD FOR YOU! i could've choked on my second double fudge chocolate chip breakfast muffin i was so shocked!
if this wasn't enough heart poundin excitement for a year at least, the phone rings around the same time and it's that animal loving skinny legged flat butted and therefore unhealthy woman from the humane society tellin mini that our bird dogs have been found and the finders are on their way to our house to bring em home that very minute!
well, i swear i thought my heart might just stop from all this happiness! i had certainly given up on wishin for a world where big butts and large thighs was somethin to long for and i hate to admit it but i my wish that we'd find our bird dogs alive and well was beginnin to fade.
but here they were, leapin through the front door lookin better than they had in quite some time or maybe it just seemed like it since i had been picturing them as starvin to death in some field somewhere for a week and a half now. it was an overwhelmin emotional homecomin. seems a couple that lives just a few blocks away were eating dinner a week ago yesterday when their own big black dog pushed open the door and let lady bird and lucy bird in. i never asked why it took them so long to haul em on down to the humane society, especially when i could tell the man was having a hard time letting go of lady and the nice woman had tears in her eyes. i just kept huggin em and thankin them for bringing the girls home to us.
so there you have it....proof positive that sometimes even the most impossible wishes can come true. of course by next week they'll announce some reason that this latest discovery about the big butts and thighs is all wrong but between now and then i am going to have the best time sitting on my spreading derrière designing doo dads for delivery via download completely guilt free for the first time in quite a while.
things are progressing on the fake store front and i am wishin i can finish off this week with celebratin the doors opening up for at least a little testing of the fake cash register! keep your fingers crossed for me - it sure helped in bringin the bird dogs home and your emailed wishes for their safe return will never be forgotten!
celebratin' big butts and homecomin's
a little t.v. while lookin for dogs & a lawn warrior
sort of nodded off while sittin on the ol shabby couch, sendin links out for this week's orphans. somethin startled me and i started the eye openin process and caught half sight of somethin on the t.v. that at first i had trouble makin out. the sound was down so i could only depend on my slowly waking brain to try identifyin the images sent from my still blurry vision. lots of big headed creatures jumping to place one at a time in front of the camera. juttin a boney hip out to one side and flip floppin big furry hair this way and that. all of the creatures seem to have the biggest heads i've ever seen on somethin lookin rather human, most sportin faux blonde bouffants- not the type like jo has but more bouffy from the top to the tips. ooooo - and they all have the biggest whitest teeth - and i shouldn't forget to tell you that whatever way they jut out their hip - their head seems to automatically bop down the other direction.
as my eyes began to focus a bit more i see they are all sportin some sort of banner cross their chests - what is this - some sort of hooters barmaid contest? i start looking for that remote we are all always stealing and hiding from one another - me and mini at least. her daddy always has one perfect new battery packed gleemin one sitting by the shabby chair of choice in the t.v. on all the time room but he has taken to hidin it when he leaves even for a minute. he says he won't be buyin us any more - seems to think we have broken or lost over 50 in this calendar year alone. don't you just hate a man who exaggerates only when it is to the family's detriment but never to their benefit? sort of like when we ask him to haul another keyboard or hard drive on over to the mac store to get fixed and he ALWAYS comes back and says - 'coffee - said it was the spilled coffee' or in mini's case - 'said it was the spilled cok'cola' (that's how they say it where he was raised and when he wishes he had stayed there and not been blessed with that blind date that started us on this whole adventure, he always reverts back to soundin like he's still there).
where was i ...yeah - well, i guess mini found my latest hidin place for the cherished remote and left only that back piece that holds in the batteries here on the floor so i can't change the channel in hopes of avoidin the wet t-shirt part of this hooter's barmaid exhibition. can't even turn up the volume so if i'm forced to watch i can at least hear. will serve that body snatcher right to have the batteries fall out wherever she's gotten the thing hidden. probably along side that journal of hers that i haven't looked for i promise but if i did it would end up not being the terrifying read i had anticipated and would therefore give me much relief - only guessin of course.
you are not gonna believe this but those aren't hooter girls on t.v....it's just lil ol teenagers - this is no hooters exhibition! it's the teen miss usa beauty contest! i had no idea girls so close to my mini's age could look and act so much like hooter's barmaids! this very minute they are prancing around in teeny weeny yellow bikinis - looks like the only thing missing are those poles for them to twirl around on. gee - guess i should be happy with the body snatcher i got. don't know how i'd feel if the sex kitten snatcher had settled in instead of this other one. guess it's another one of those cases where things could always be worse!
for some reason along side these faux hooter girls on t.v. is that actor from that day time show passions. you know the one - dark hair, used to be the only policeman in harmony and was really good at it too unless he was havin one of those awake nightmares of his true love sheriden pushing him off the titanic or whatever...you know the guy - the one that monkey was always day dreamin about?
now that i'm forced to be thinkin about all this it's no wonder they say so many moms are now drug makers and takers - some are actually cookin up batches of the diabolical stuff on their own stove in their own kitchens (would certainly be an interestin hobby to scrap with dorothy's kitchen doo dads and post over at SBB) and some are gamblin away their vacation money getting all caught up in that poker craze. sure makes sitting all day in your pajamas at the screen movin doo dads around until you like where they are and letting the house go to hell in a handbasket and the kids eat cereal right outta the box in front of the t.v. worthy of gettin you in the runnin for mother of the year. or at least on the alternate list. if you're beating yourself up for sittin doo dadin' more than sittin playin barbies (who by the way would be perfect for this faux hooter's exhibition i'm sorta watchin) just remember that there are worse examples of motherhood.
maybe you don't have to have the t.v. on during the day but for some reason i have to have it goin even if i never actually look at it. i realize at times there are commercials i have heard 1000 times and when i catch a glimpse of one accidently, had no idea what it was even about as i'd never SEEN it. the one i am disliking most these days is the one where everybody in the company is whisperin....really gives me the creeps. i have SEEN the one where all those women are showing their stomachs and it's okay but i do believe they'd sell right outta whatever it is they're tryin to sell if they'd have JUST ONE lady with a big ol mooshy stomach hangin out over her waitband...it'd be even better if she could be the only one that doesn't have the problem they are advertising to fix.
day time t.v. could end up being the cause of all those desperate housewives going nuts don't you think? guess you might have heard that poor marlana, fresh from the year long kidnapping episode, has gone and lost her baby AND her memory! and her poor ol husband, the one who really needs to cut his hair and take a few UN-actin lessons (sometimes he is just TOO TOO acty) had his private plane jet all over the country picking up all her favorite things - food and such - hoping to jolt her back to salem reality and not one thing worked. makes me wonder if mini's dad would do such a thing for me if i lose my memory. i know if he lost his i'd see it as an opportunity to finally train him properly. all the while back over in harmony there was an awful earthquake or such and that resulted in all sorts of mayhem. i heard jo holdin her breath about it all more than once (she actually WATCHES).
someone somewhere has decided that durin the day, we need men ice skatin with monkeys and women leadin lives of one tragedy after the other (altho looks like they're gonna allow marlana to be well-adjusted in the end by just wipin it all from her memory). it doesn't help to have 1000 channels either cause all the good t.v. is really saved for the evenins. you'd think it would change now that so many women are climbing to the top in the entertainment companies but most of those women still think you can only succeed if you go to work dressed in some variation of a man's suit and to get that far up that ladder they have probably never been home during daylight hours anyway to know of the dilemma.
i wouldn't mind having more ellen during the day and at least that startin' over show keeps you interested and maybe there's something good you can pick up from it from time to time. maybe martha will be worth me turning my head away from the computer screen when it starts although i fear she may just try too hard to show us that she is now a real person and therefore just make us wanna turn the channel instead. i do think that woman is responsible for more people givin up on cookin and craftin than she can take credit for takin it on successfully. good thing it's difficult to succeed in killin yourself by eatin a whole failed castle in one sittin because i know more than one person who came close to suicide after attemptin to make that gingerbread one that martha made em think could be whipped out in an hour even if you lived in a trailer and had only a banquette as a work surface.
someone pitched a t.v. show for me that might have been of interest. sort of martha stewart meets ozzie osbourne from what i could tell. the premise would be an artsy craftsy reality show with real people showin real people how to make stuff. they had the opening part all worked out....you know how martha's show always had her opening that fancy clean as a whistle window lookin like the queen and her little kitty would gracefully leap out and scurry away? well, i'd be sitting in front of jo's trailer - me and my special guest for that day - in our lawn chairs - the foldin ones made of green and white straps. and jo would be screamin out the window for some old mutt to come runnin.
the projects would not as bad as hats out of clorex bottles or macramé plant hangers but not too far from them either. and we'd even show all the mistakes that are made anytime you are creatin somethin - like the time i tried to bite the end off the stuffed up super glue tube to get it going and sealed my lips up tight for a week at least. haven't ever seen miss martha screw anything up yet. most of the shows that make stuff are just too serious - they could all stand a little ozzie mixed in i do believe.
well, i have gone on and on enough here. i really just stopped by the blog to give an update on the missin dogs...unfortunately, they are still missin. we thought lucy bird had arrived at the humane society this morning but when we arrived it was just some poor other lost dog. after that we had to get mini's dad to the eye doctor. he can't seem to replace the gardeners he ran off when he thought he wanted to get in shape by doing the work himself. how he thought he alone could do in a few hours a week what 5 or 6 men were doing in 8 hours i have no idea especially since most of his gardenin time has been spent gettin bandaged up from one accident after another. his latest is his eye - seems some evil plant attacked him and poked him right smack dab in his eyeball and not only is it black and blue but also red all over. he will now be sportin a patch which of course doesn't lend itself to much gardenin getting done. looks like i may have to do up some garden doo dads and haul em out to help me and jo get things back in shape. at least we'll have brand spankin new expensive equipment to use. somehow mini's dad felt the older stuff not worthy of usin.
you'll notice today's art is perfect for all this bloggin. my good friend tracy heard about mini's daddy's most recent accident and sent along her version of what the next day time show could be if based here at moland. looks like she thinks we should get fabio to play mini's dad's part. i could sure count on jo staying a bit longer if that was the case. i don't think mini's dad could play himself anyway based on how the main character is portrayed here in tracy's art - he could never get his remainin hairs that long.
okay - back to sending out dorothy and the orphans. if you've been waiting for yours, make some room cause here they come! and if you see two black labs runnin by your house, shoot me an email.
orphans and runaway dogs
i betcha anything you thought i was never goin to get these orphans ready for you to adopt! i was beginnin to look like a big doo dad tease! but they are ready for you to take a look at now over at mojackson.com.i got slowed down a bit because instead of doin the dads, i was lookin for the dogs. seems one of the many girls slumberin over here with my mini made a mistake monday mornin by leavin many gates open. our two black labs have been missing ever since. you might recall me mentionin these girlie dogs before. we love em and are beside ourselves that they are missin.
usually when they escape we get a call from the humane society (sort of a fancy place here in the town we live in - the dogs even have those little cool misters in their 'apartments' so they stay cool) but that hasn't happened this time. we have looked and looked and those dogs have plum stayed outta sight.
anyway, mini is near hysterical and having trouble sleepin...so my doo dadin' time has been somewhat limited and my sleepin almost non-existent. glad i was able to finally get em up and ready for you...i do so hope they were worth all the waiting you did.
i don't like askin for favors but i am goin to today....if you have a chance, could you go stand on your front porch and yell as loud as you can....LADY BIRD! LUCY BIRD! if you do that and two big black dogs run up and start leapin on you and lickin your face, please give em a snack and send me an email so i can come to wherever you are and bring em home to mini and then you will have doo dads for life, i promise!
pay day
growin up there were two days that i loved the most. one of em was 'pay day'. i don't know who was gettin paid or remember how often this day occurred. i do remember that it provided only temporary delight - sort of like christmas or your birthday because the very next mornin after this much anticipated day, the anticipation started up again and grew until it reached a fevered pitch and then once it rolled around again, well of course the waitin started all over and it's all the grown-ups talked about.
it's probably a real good thing i didn't understand how bad it was when i'd hear my mom say there was only three dollars left in the checkin account cause if i had known how bad that was for a family of five i may have been tempted to hit the road with my easy bake oven and try to sell some of those teeny cakes to raise some grocery money. instead, i was able to master the art of eatin whole cakes in one sittin while waitin for pay day again.
what i liked about pay day was getting into the old chevy with my mom and brother and sister and headin for piggly wiggly. now i'm sure there are those of you who have favorite family memories of picnics or vacations to disneyland or such...but for me, it's the trips to the piggly wiggly. when all talk revolves around waitin for pay day and how five people can live off three dollars for i'm guessing even for as long as a week, there's not much vacation plannin takin place. but i could a cared 'a less. i don't think i even knew people went on vacations.
my older sister rode in the front with my mom while my brother and i would ride in the back. since we were not bound to stay alive in case of a car accident by seat belts, we would sit on the floor of the car and stare through the hole that had rusted all the way through the floorboard and look for money as my mother drove probably at least 45 miles an hour. i'm not sure how we thought we would see it or grab it at that speed but we sure had big plans for spendin it.
anyway, we'd stay at the piggly wiggly for what seemed like hours taking turns pushin the cart and lookin at all the groceries and making each other laugh. now that i think of it i don't remember there ever being lots of good things to eat in our cupboards - maybe we just went and pushed the cart...whatever the case - it was one of my fondest memories of growing up and being with my mom and sister and brother. my mom had a way back then of making everything seem like the greatest adventure and i always felt sorry for everyone else that didn't lead such an exciting life.
but here's the bad part. we'd always get to that last aisle and there it would be - that spinning display holdin all those neat doo dads with names printed on em. pencils, little license plates, coin purses and such. there was just about every name you ever heard of - there would be somethin my brother could have and my sister, my mom's name right there for all to see, even my dad's and probably the dog's...but never ever was there anything with my name. there wasn't even anything that came close so maybe i could chew off the rest of the letters or whatever. think about it - how many names or even nouns can you think of that start with m-o...?
i think this never seeing my name printed out on anything available for buying was one of those life definin moments dr. phil's always going on and on about because from that point on i always felt no gift was worth giving if it wasn't made real personal for the receiver somehow. seems from about the time i was six, i personalized every gift i gave by painting or sewing or scratchin a name on on it. it was no surprise to anyone that not too long after i graduated from college i found myself having started a mail order business consistin of personalized doo dads of all sorts.
everything went along all fine and dandy until that first christmas season when i sent out a big batch of pretty little catalogs filled with all sorts of personalized doo dads. i was told i could expect maybe 2000 personalized doo dad orders to arrive over the next four months. that sounded okay and i put me together a band of misfits to assist. jo came of course and it worked out real well cause there was a big place in front of the warehouse for her to put the trailer. i had three really good artists. a real sweet girl goin just by the name 'girlie' who ended up moving in the trailer with jo cause she was deaf and was always over sleepin and we'd get hysterical worrying about her not showin up for work. then there was eugenia. best artist i ever have known. biggest too. she had once been the fat lady in the circus and only owned one dress. and handsome herman - he had so many children that it took him almost a full three hours just to pin their pictures on the wall in front of his art table. he sure was handsome and we figured he was quite the romeo after hours cause three or four different women would come looking for him each week, surrounded by all sizes of teeny kids. after a few weeks he ended up staying in the trailer too.
we had a good time and jo put out lawn chairs and t.v. trays with all the art supplies and everyone would sit outside to work and get a tan and drink iced tea and jo would take requests for what to play on that old jukebox thing she's had in the trailer since high school. at night i'd always stop by after a date with one of my many beaus and we'd all play cards into the wee hours.
but not long after that pretty lil personalized doo dad catalog went out, the phone wouldn't stop ringing and the mailman told us there was too much mail and we'd have to start pickin it up ourselves and to bring a big container. disaster was headin toward me in the form of over 10,000 orders and they all arrived in just under four weeks. i have never been so horrified by success in my life. it was as bad as all those nightmares everyone has rolled in all together - you know - where it's the day of finals and you had never even gone to class and don't even know where your locker is but there you are - standing naked in front of everyone and all your teeth have fallen out. it didn't help that at that very same time, after years of looking, girlie found her birth mother and moved away and herman got put in jail for not paying child support. i still had eugenia and she brought along her husband, a tattoo artist which sounded good but in no time we discovered he couldn't spell worth a darn and all the orders he did ended up comin back and i swear if you were sitting still too long he'd start eyeing any bare flesh and we all feared if we dozed off we'd wake up with a dragon or some such thing permanently stained into a forearm.
why, you ask, is the doo dad artist with the delayed store bloggin on and on about this today- when you just stopped by to find out where the second part of dorothy's kitchen is! well....when i started taking orders myself for digital designs to be delivered via download (or cd), i had sort of guesstimated how many orders would come in by the sales previously reported to me by the downloadin duo. since jo was coming to help she could certainly handle that many! and maybe even twice that many since i was offering a lower price to thank everyone for all the support they'd shown to me over the last year and maybe people would might be ordering more than they usually bought at once. but since i wasn't going to advertise or try to drum up any doo dad desirin business, we would be fine while i also worked openin my own little store on the internet.
well lo and behold we got about 10 times more doo dad orders than we had imagined and the whole time jo and i have been trying to fling these doo dads out around the world, we couldn't help but compare this adventure to that other time we were more successful than we had anticipated. we have laughed til we cry about all the things we went through to try and get all those personalized doo dad orders out and all the people we ended up meeting in the process. jo still keeps in touch with many of em and some have even met up with her when she's travelin on her wal-mart tours. we may just get all these doo dad orders out too and sure have enjoyed getting to know so many new people and jo is already plannin on meetin some of THEM in person next time she hits the road.
the problem is we have been only doin doo dad orders so i fell behind in getting the second edition of dorothy's kitchen out on time and have fallen behind in getting the store open - even the temporary FAKE store! but we all put our heads together this morning (me, jo and the honorary board of doo dad devotees) and think we have everything back on track and are shooting for having the ugly temporary store (the doo dads will still be beautiful!) open in the next week or so.
for those of you who have just plum given up on me...well...i will miss you but there are so many talented designers deliverin art via downloads nowadays that i can certainly understand why you abandoned me and my doo dads so don't worry...and we'll still be here waiting for you if you change your mind. to all of you who have been hanging around and waitin for me and jo to write back or send your downloads or get a new blog logged or have been sending me your art and little notes cheering us on........it has been such a pleasure to get to know each and every one of you and and please accept my apology for things not going as i thought they would. i sure do hope i can repay the love and patience you have extended to me little by little once i get the store open! thank you oh thank you! this most certainly includes nancy from idaho sendin those shiny baubles for mini mo and pam writin me such a sweet thank you note and sending it through the mail and janet - well, you'll have to wait and see what janet has been working on for tracy squirrel and of course miss peggy, a fine digital artist herself, who included a picture of the little bag i made for her doo dads right smack dab in her blog.
so here's the plan for now...i thought i'd pop in and blog to show off a little of the beautiful art sent to me using dorothy's kitchen part one and apologize for it appearing i am sitting around here eatin lil cakes mini makes me using my old easy bake oven when in fact i have been setting those uploadin pipes on fire sending the downloads around the clock. i mean - if 'they' can put a woman and some fellas in space with a broken space ship you'd think 'they' could come up with a faster pipe for sendin doo dads! anyway, once i wrap up dorothy's kitchen part two i'll come back over here to the blog and let you know when it's on the site for you to download. hope this plan meets with your approval! i think you'll forgive me for takin so long to get part two of dorothy's kitchen ready for you to download once you see it...all your patience has resulted in a pay day full of lots of pretty kitchen doo dads you'll wonder how you ever lived without!
