No, we're not wearing headbands and peace signs.
We're not driving around in an orange pinto or
a little brown gremlin. We are not watching the
Carol Burnett show, or Little House on the
Prairie.
What we are doing is living without a microwave.
Sparks flew, it stopped and the repairman said
get it fixed for this amount of money, or get a
new one. Since the new one was just a little more
than fixing this one, a new one is on the way.
Unfortunately, the 2 weeks arrival date has come
and gone, and now that we are going on the 3rd
week, we are tired of waiting, and some of us are
getting a little impatient. The email saying it
will be shipped soon brought a smile to my
face, but not as big as the one that will appear
when the delivery truck is in the driveway.
Do you know how hard leftover night is without a
microwave?
Do you know that instant oatmeal is not quite as
good when you make it with boiling water?
Do you know that a cup of hot chocolate is not an
instant pleasure without a microwave?
Okay, I know this is whining and we
are spoiled and used to instant gratification, but
should any of you find yourself in a similar predicament,
just give me a call, I will be VERY sympathetic!
And...welcome to the 70's.
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