Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Honey, The Burritos Are Glowing

Since Husbear is out of town on business this week (DC, for those of you who absolutely must know), I have moved my workstation downstairs to the kitchen. This has less to do with easy access to snacks than it does in keeping his mini-macaw, domiciled therein, from shrieking her discontent -- and by doing so, protecting my sanity.

However, this has brought up an interesting point:

Q: When do you know it is time for a new microwave?

A: When running the old one knocks you off the wireless network.

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