"I am hoping your silence since then is simply because you've been too busy doing things like going to Church, breaking up Farmhand brawls, and feeding your menagerie, and NOT due to the fact that the 'Hands revolted and committed a cannibalistic act..." -Kork in the comments on the post below
Fear not, Kork. My children have not resorted to cannibalism. Yet. "Everything in this room is eatable, even *I'm* eatable! But that is called 'cannibalism,' my dear children, and is in fact frowned upon in most societies. "
Although I'm beginning to understand why animals eat their young (the title is my new mantra). I understand Martin Luther King Jr. did great things for the civil rights movement in our country, but why must my children stay home from school just because he was born? Couldn't they celebrate his life's achievements better if they were in an integrated school system instead of arguing in my living room?
Today, while cooking corn on the cob for their lunch, my microwave died. Kaput. Nothing. Zilch. It simply ceased to function. Now this appliance is around 2 years old, so I am less than happy. In this day & age, a microwave is a necessary piece of kitchen equipment. I was prepared to hop in the van, head to town and purchase a replacement. There are very few things I can do entirely without. A microwave is one of them. Especially with four perpetually hungry children in my house.
Husband was a bit calmer & said to wait & we could go to town in the morning while the FarmHands were at school to get one. As I was looking on line at what Walmart had to offer, I hear him say, "It's really not a necessity. People got along just fine before microwaves were invented." I answered back, "Yeah, and they got along fine without air conditioning, too, but I'm not trying that." He tried (jokingly, I think) to convince me to wait until our normal trip to town on Friday to get a replacement. As you can imagine, that suggestion was not met with enthusiasm.
So now I am frantically searching for the perfect replacement & hoping I don't have to do this again next year.
Who ever thought of small appliances as disposable deserves to have every one of the tiny beasts in their home catch on fire at the same instant. (Maybe that's going a bit far, but I'm deep in the throws of a wicked bad case of PMS & any kindness I've ever felt toward my fellow humans has been buried under an avalanche of hormones. I'll apologize later.)