Our microwave broke on Friday. I had just placed a bowl of soon-to-be brownie batter inside, when all of the lights went out and my poor, dear old microwave decided it would microwave no more.
That's not the news, though.
The news is that on Sunday, the hubs and I went to the store and bought a new one. No, not the thrift store. Not the Facebook swap pages. Not a family member's/friend's house to beg any old one they might have lying around.
Guys. Something broke. And we bought a new one.
That's not the news, though.
The news is that on Sunday, the hubs and I went to the store and bought a new one. No, not the thrift store. Not the Facebook swap pages. Not a family member's/friend's house to beg any old one they might have lying around.
Guys. Something broke. And we bought a new one.
...does this make us grown-ups?
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