Friday, January 07, 2005

Goodbye, microwave

After 22 years of service, our microwave finally died. It may not have had a digital display, or special reheat options, or have been able to cook microwave popcorn, but it will still be missed.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I have to tell you a story:

One day, a girl named Lizzy wanted to make some garlic bread (which consisted of thawing it out). She put it in the microwave and set it for 7 minutes, like it said on the box.

A few minutes later, apparently nobody could smell BURNING GARLIC (I would think that's a pretty pungent smell), but I definitely saw a bunch of smoke in the air, seeing as how we were in the next room. So we ran to the next room, took out the charred remains of garlic bread (the directions were for the oven, not the microwave), and we had to get rid of the microwave because my dad said it smelled like garlic and was ruined.

Lizzy got made fun for it a little, and then a couple years later she did it AGAIN and we got another new microwave.

There's a history of repeating stupid things in my family. (Well not really, there's like one other instance. But I'll tell you about it sometime. It has to do with skiing.)