Too late. I already pushed “start.” Hey, what’s that smell? Is someone cooking popcorn here? Oh wait… those are the blood vessels in the back of my throat popping.
You can stop this senseless abuse of a kitchen appliance — as well as a husband.
Read my wife’s blog: Stuff White Parents Like.
I can tell you one thing white parents DON’T like — cleaning up extra-crispy nose-hairs from the inside of a microwave.
As always, thanking you in advance…
— The Blogspouse