Frumpy Mom: My kitchen has gone on strike against me

Frumpy Mom: My kitchen has gone on strike against me

I’ve been distracted trying to write this column, because a couple of guys in my kitchen are shouting at each other in a language I can’t understand. They’re trying to fix my fancy refrigerator, and they’ve been at it for quite some time now. My house is tiny, so even though I’m wedged into my “office,” (which consists of a minuscule corner of my dining room), I can hear every word as if I were in the kitchen with them. Normally, I never buy fan…

Frumpy Mom: My kitchen has gone on strike against me

I’ve been distracted trying to write this column, because a couple of guys in my kitchen are shouting at each other in a language I can’t understand. They’re trying to fix my fancy refrigerator, and they’ve been at it for quite some time now. My house is tiny, so even though I’m wedged into my “office,” (which consists of a minuscule corner of my dining room), I can hear every word as if I were in the kitchen with them. Normally, I never buy fan…

Frumpy Mom: My kitchen has gone on strike against me

One way to tell you're officially old is when your longing is no longer for romantic love, but instead for high-end appliances.