I am ever lamenting my household appliances and their inability to last longer than a year. Take my dishwasher. Please. 🙂 It has never really understood that it should wash the dishes and return them to me clean. How many times have I set the table, then during supper cringed as a kid cried out ‘Mom, this fork is dirty!’ ‘But it’s clean dirt,’ I reply. It had gone through the wash, so any chunks the dishwasher didn’t dislodge were, at the very least, clean. Sigh…
My microwave hates me, and often growls loudly as it’s boiling water for my tea. I don’t dare stand too close for fear radiation will zap me red one day.
The ice maker in my fridge only give ice when it feels it’s necessary. And if it could ever crush ice without landing chips all over the kitchen floor, I’d have to hug the thing. No hugs yet.
One appliance I do adore is my Brady Bunch oven. I call it that because it is the kind of oven that is set high, waist level, not on the floor. Much like the oven Alice used to cook the Brady meals on the television show. I love having an oven that height! I hug it often (usually when it’s still warm and the house is cold).
I guess I should be thankful I have appliances. I could be smoking my meat out in the shed, and cooking over an open fire. Anyone else out there want to get a load off about their appliances? I’m here to listen. 🙂