Ghnrrrrrrrgh

Oh dear gods, I need to win Lotto or something just to have enough money to build a house where every single working surface is at the precise right height for me. Not a house where I'm forever bending over just that liiiiiiittle bit that makes my lower back SCREAM. And yes I realise this would mean that everything was a little too high for Da Handsome Hubby, but he is lovely and would deal because he wouldn't be bending dangit razzin frazzin ow.

*pout*

Somebody buy me a damn raffle ticket or something.

*sulk*