This is where our microwave used to be. So naked and so lonely. Our microwave was a dear friend for nine years and I will miss it. Sigh. It even survived the fire of '05 when Shawn placed a leftover hamburger from Jack-in-the-Box inside and set it for full power. The Jack-in-the-Box wrapping caught fire almost instantly.
"Well, I can microwave them in the one at work," was Shawn's reply.
Apparently our microwave had become angry with us for eating fresh meat and veggies and set out for its revenge to smote us with a small kitchen fire. It forgave us and worked for two more years.
Sigh. Our once white microwave was solemnly carried to the dumpster with eight year old red Kool-Aid stains and buttons that have long since yellowed but all that had still worked.
The microwave must have sensed the veggies I bought yesterday, for it was shortly after I unloaded the groceries that it seemed to fade into the light.
"Oh, Danny boy......."
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Did you ever read that amateur study where a person watered one plant with water boiled in the microwave and another plant with water that was boiled in a pot on the stove? I don't know if it was true but I just saw it earlier today and it was freaky. I should probably just check snopes. :D
Oh, nevermind. Snopes says it's not true.
http://www.snopes.com/science/microwave/plants.asp
:D
Everything heated in our microwave tasted like popcorn anyway. I eat a LOT of popcorn
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