Saturday, November 10, 2007

Tripped, fell and cried like hell...

My dad converted our home garage into a kitchen for mom when I was around 5 years old because she asked for a bigger kitchen. Dad did everything that was needed to convert his greasy and dusty garage into a nice kitchen except for one thing- the concrete garage floorsI love to run around mom's 'new' kitchen barefooted on the cracked concrete garage floor and end up bruising my knees and elbows because I tripped and fell! I cried, I was consoled and in minutes, I'll forget about the whole incident and continue galloping in the kitchen. *Kids*!

Today, my mom's kitchen floor is still the same. Cracked, oil stained and the surface is so difficult to clean. I think it's time to get a a new kitchen floor soon.

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