Err

Ah yes, remember "the house of punishment" post in which I mentioned that everything in this house is either broken or breaks upon me touching it? You probably thought I was exaggerating. Please see below....

This happened this morning, it's the microwave. (our second microwave in five months)




Speaking of the kitchen, every time I'm in there I have company. They aren't allowed on the counters and this is the next highest thing. They would be heartbroken if I took their "chair" away. So I guess I'll be living with a food processor box in the kitchen from now on. Good thing they're cute!