I know one man that most likely will not survive. At the very least, blood will be shed.
This is one of those times where I sit back and ask myself, again, why do women have to marry men?
It's MY kitchen damn it. He can do what he wants to the man cave, garage, yard, whatever...leave my place alone. Trust me when I say that a shiny silver finish light fixture will look like shit in my Tuscan inspired, exposed brick kitchen.
I am too pissed to even write about it. THAT'S PISSED.