It's so green in here I'm even jealous of my food!
It's time to just give in and have a cheery day, damn it. You always win, kitchen!
Just be sure to close that trap door once you retrieve your wine or you've got one heck of a drunken tripping hazard on you hands. Or shins, rather.
For me, the real stress of cleaning up a huge mess is trying to figure out where to start. The giant floor stain? The faux bricks? The dated cabinets? I need to sit down.
Can you read time backwards? How badly do you want to know the time?
Wouldn't want to be able to perform maintenance on that newfangled contraption now would we?
I'm pretty sure just walking into this kitchen would get me to wake right up every morning. No need for coffee!