So our microwave/hood died on Sunday. The Robinator was reheating something and smoke started pouring out of the hood part.
He turned it off and unplugged it. No sense in taking the chance it would blow up right?
Right.
So I'm upstairs and I start smelling something. I go down and he's flapping smoke so the smoke detectors don't go off.
Him: Well, our microwave died.
Me: Great.
Now...here's the deal. We've been waiting on a major something to break so we can replace all of the appliances. I mean...they work. Doesn't seem right to replace them if they're still working just for aesthetics. We're country. That's how our brains work.
But I'll be darned if we were thinking it would be the microwave first. I mean...that's not really a major thingy in the grand scheme of major appliances.
*sigh*
So I immediately start thinking about what we're going to do and I decided that we're just going to replace the microwave in the color I want the new appliances to be, which is black.
I tell The Robinator.
Me: Well, we need to replace it.
Him: Okay. I'll start researching the best one.
Me: *crickets*
I walk back upstairs resigned to say NOTHING!
SIP: You know he's gonna research it for three months right?
Me: Well, hopefully not that long.
SIP: How's that doorbell situation?
Me: *sigh*
SIP: Yeah...you'll be using a lot of foil and the oven for a minute.
What say YOU? Is this normal in YOUR home too?
