Monday, November 24, 2008

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a microwave oven


I think I forgot to mention in my last post that we don't have a microwave either. I feel spoiled for saying this, but I'm not sure how long I'm going to make it here in my new home (and to think...Christmas break is twice as long). You don't realize how important things are in your life until you don't have them anymore. I'm working on rewriting a song about my new life at home...

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a microwave oven.
My friends all cook real fast, I just want to pop it in!

Okay, so it's not award worthy but I'm working on it. Yesterday my sister and I had quite the experience trying to make frozen pizza and buffalo wings at the same time. We didn't know what to do because they both required different temperatures. It was a sad moment.

This morning my sister comes out of her room (you remember....the only one available) and we had a difficult conversation...

"Kimmie, are you hungry?"
"No, are you?"
"No, but I'm worried I might be in 45 minutes and that's how long it's gonna take us to make the pizza."
"Oh...that's a good point. I might be hungry in 45 minutes too!"
"I think we should regroup in ten minutes...then maybe we can predict how we'll feel in an hour."

...the downside of growing up in the high tech age. Now where's the phone? I need to order some Chinese!

7 comments:

Pat said...

Oh honey, is your mom planning on getting a microwave? It would be a good investment lol

Vodka Mom said...

Go to the goodwill!! They might have a microwave!!!

Queen Bee said...

@ my Patrick: We're working on it.

@ Vodka: That's a good idea that I didn't really think of. There isn't one around here but I will definitely hit up the goodwill by my apartment.

Pseudonymous High School Teacher said...

Oh, the young and starving college life. I'd almost forgotten.

I now have that song in my head....

Queen Bee said...

In all fairness...it's a good song.

The Chatty Barista said...

I will definitely keep my ears open for a microwave that needs a good home

Lorraine said...

I feel for you. That's practically the only way I cook anymore.