IT'LL ALL WORK OUT IN THE END

Yesterday was just a tad stressful. To start with, I was coming off of my first night wearing my new bite appliance, so I was short on sleep (last night was better).  Then they came to install my new counter top. It looks like old world candy-maker-marble, but it's actually Silstone.

It's gorgeous -- I love it. It makes the room seem so much lighter and brighter! Or at least, it did, until they had to cut away 75% of it to make room for the new cook top and pop up vent.

That's when things started going downhill. Turns out the machinery for each of these items -- the stuff that no one sees because it's hidden under the counter -- was a good bit bulkier than anticipated, and one thing was getting in the way of the other. I should have known better than to stick around when the cussing and moaning started, trusting that they'd get it to work eventually, one way or another. After all, I spent several years working for a caterer. I know for a fact that, though there are a whole lotta things going on behind the scenes that the client is just better off not knowing, things always work out in the end.
 
They finally got the vent in place, but still haven't managed to get the duct work hooked up. At one point they started wondering if they could use duct tape to make it work, and my stomach started clenching. I mentioned it to my hubby and he just started laughing. "What do you think they invented it for?" Oh yeah. "Duct" tape. Again, I should have known better. I am, after all, the daughter of a home builder. Everything in my childhood home was jimmy-rigged!

Anywho, those two big drawers that were supposed to be going in under the cook top? The ones that were going to make up for all the drawers and cabinets that I had to give up over there where the new little oven is going in? Uh, not gonna happen. One will need to be a false front, and the other's going to be about six inches deep.

But, I'm not gonna worry. It will all work out in the end.

Right?