I finally finished the play kitchen and Lynette put up a tiny live tree. We go for a tiny tree because a large one is just too much work instead of being fun for us. I cut a gash in my fingertip with the power screwdriver while I was setting up the kitchen. It still hurts but that was my only injury. I guess I got away easy. Every year Lynette asks me what I'd like for Christmas but I just never know. I can't think of any realistic gift; no Rolls-Royce, no collection of homes across the world, no fame and fortune. None of that would truly make me happy anyway. So it will be a pair of pajamas or something like that. Here's a closer view of the kitchen. The photo isn't very sharp.
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