Black Hole

This isn't really a She-Blob adventure, so much as one for her parents-to-be. Still, living in the womb, she's along for the ride.

In short:

There is a hole where the kitchen used to be.
There are holes in the walls of the hole where the kitchen used to be.
We have erected a "kitchen" in the dining room, using the old kitchen island and whatever appliances happen to plug into an outlet.
We have no sink. We wash dishes in the bathroom.
An unskilled tracker could find us, using the plaster trails we leave throughout the house.
Our lives revolve around picking out appliances and faucets.
In a little over a week, we're planning to host a party for 40+ people here.

We're nuts.