Waving the White Flag...

We have lost the battle.

The combined forces of Kitchenistan have overtaken our home's defenses. In the end, the Great Wall of Kitchenistan was not enough to protect us from the dark powers that reside on the other side of the barrier. I was a fool to believe that the thin sheets of reconstituted wood could possibly repel the evil that lurks across the border.

It started with small forays. Tendrils of dirt sliding underneath the door. But the forces of Kitchenistan became more and more bold in their assault on our happy home. The reminders of their grimy attacks were washed away, but the onslaught could be seen over and over in muddy puddles, caked on boot prints in the halls, and an overwhelming blitzkrieg of dust that has been unstoppable. Dirt, grime, dust, and mud have upped the ante as our battle with Kitchenistan becomes more insistent. The fouling of our floors and surfaces were just the start.

Kitchenistan has overtaken our basement as its electric tendrils rewire the space around us. Its influence is felt in our guest bathroom which is without fixtures and service for the forseeable future. And now, the greatest of Kitchenistan's war crimes is becoming evident as troops are now encamped in the dining room. An insidious mound of flooring now occupies a third of the room, displacing refugee chairs and boxes into other rooms.

Call for the UN to step in.

Think of us in your prayers.

It is too late for us. We have lost the war against dirt and mess. Jo-Elle and I are resigned to live under this cruel new regime. Filth is our lot for the time being. But our spirit has not been crushed. We will resist. And we will return the homeland to its rightful glory.

But this aggression cannot be tolerated. We must band together to protect our borders and dispell the evil doers. The wall must come down!