With the Sink Goes My Hygiene

Right in the middle of our first house guest visit (my eldest sister), Dustin decides that the kitchen must be completely gutted.

Like, completely.

Who cares that we still have 4 weeks before the cupboards were to be delivered.
What necessitates a kitchen anyway? Is it counter tops? Or a sink? Or appliances? Or a cutting board? Nay. I would say that, barring all of these things, a kitchen equals convenience. Yes, we can get by without any of the previously mentioned things but that is called camping. And camping is what we have been doing now since July 1st.

So.
I saw this comparison. I saw that dishes do not get traditionally washed in the bathtub and decided that my armpits should be then only shaved in the kitchen sink. The rub is that we have no kitchen sink for me to do the latter so I have not done that at all.
It's going on four weeks. Dustin is totally grossed out. So be it. My pit hair is long, strong, and bound to get the friction on.