Loves her new kitchen tap, with snazzy pull-out spray head thingy.
Is very much looking forward to getting her countertops.
Thinks it's great having the fridge at eye level; less great having the ice-cream within reach of kid.
Adores cooking with gas for the first time since Spain ('93-'94, if you can believe it).
Is quite excited to have a new flatscreen telly; fears she won't see her husband again face-on for a week or two.
Finds it awfully tempting to have a bunch of Diet Cokes in the downstairs fridge. Has a downstairs fridge.
Really really would like some countertops. Please.
Notes that your job is not done when you turn on the baby monitor upstairs and call it a day. For full efficacy you should really plug in the reciever end downstairs too.
Will soon be greeted by name by the cashiers at IKEA. Wonders how anyone moves house without an IKEA five minutes away.
Has a groundhog in the back garden. He eats dandelions, which must be a good thing, since she's certainly not doing any weeding.
Just caught the four-year-old trying to start the lawnmower. In the shed. Shed is now totally off limits.
Sort of misses being able to blame the people upstairs for mysterious things that go bump/thud/bang in the middle of the night. Doesn't want to have to get up and investigate. Will wake husband instead and make him do it.
Will probably snog the countertop man the day he delivers.