There was a crooked man. . .

Who walked a crooked mile.
He found a crooked sixpence
Against a crooked stile.
He bought a crooked cat
Which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together
In a crooked little house.

What the nursery rhyme leaves out is that the crooked little house they lived in is ours!!

When Steve redid our kitchen, the cabinets gave him no end of headaches as he realized just how crooked they were. The backsplash we put in was pretty amusing when we ended up with one side that fit perfectly and the other that needed a crooked mosaic boarder to finish it up.

Now on to the basement and what do ya know. It wasn't just the cabinets. Whole walls are crooked, which makes measuring and drywalling, and flooring, etc. a nightmare - for Steve. Since I am not the one carefully measuring to just to find that the part I measured is over an inch off of another part on the same wall, I find it somewhat amusing. Seriously though, what can you do but laugh at some of this stuff??

**In other news, we now are carpet free on all of our stairs! My dad's "Norris List" included removing the terrible, nasty carpet from the stairs going up to our bedroom. That's the part he wanted to tackle first. Hooray! I may have said this before, but I am seriously almost the most excited to have that horrible carpet out of our house. It's disgusting. And now it's a step closer to being a thing of the past!**