That's how I roll.

I love cooking, but unfortunately I have old lady hips-- and for some reason standing hurts more than anything else. Jason had a really, really brilliant (and sweet and thoughtful) idea to move the office chair into the kitchen. I'm never going back to cooking without wheels again.

Typical choreography goes something like this:

Sit & chop veggies, push off the counter and roll over to the stove. Dump veggies into pan, swivel around, get eggs out of fridge. Ask Jason to hand me the washcloth off the table (literally 3 feet away, but "inaccessible" because the chair can't roll over the doorjamb.)

So... WARNING: side effects include forgetting you have use of your lower limbs while in kitchen.



































 


I wasn't kidding about "Martha-Stewart-meets-Tasmanian-Devil," amigos.