So we return from a great vacation in Durango, Colorado. It was a week full of white-water rafting, jeep tours, hiking, naked hackey sack in the shower and dodge ball. Good times, right?
I walked in the door to see problem number one: the front of one of our kitchen drawers had been ripped off. So, the usual interrogation began. I focus my attention on the two boys. The questions started easy enough. “Who ripped off the face of the drawer?” I got a couple “i dunno” answers and then blank stares. So I asked the question in a little different way so they might understand it better. “Who ripped off the face of the drawer?” Man, you would’ve thought I was speaking Spanish. Nothing.

There were only two other free loaders at home that day while we were on our way home. My sweet daughter and Luke, the four year old bundle of energy. Pretty sure it was neither of them. But I went ahead and asked my daughter Franki, “Did you rip off the front of the drawer?” And I could tell she did it as soon as I asked the question. Her brother, Jake, had made her so mad that she slammed the drawer with so much velocity that it blew the face right off.
So, $15 of cabinet-grade lumber, two hours at Lowe’s (I get distracted) and 2 hours for construction and assembly and we have a complete kitchen again. If you’re not counting the broken dishwasher and broken ice maker.





