Microwave...

I feel like the punchline to a redneck joke. "Ya know you're a red neck if....." Alas I am getting ahead of myself (don't I always?). Let me explain...

We haven't had a microwave for about 2 years. It became part of our lifestyle to not have one. And then I tried to find a silver lining to that situation and I decided that not having one was the silver lining (Right? Sure? Yes? Anyone?).

And then came some of our favorite people ever, Quin and Joy, shedding light, laughter, love oh yeah, and MICROWAVES as they went! They came for dinner and left us with a microwave, A REAL LIVE MICROWAVE! The kind that warms things up, and pops popcorn all by its baby-self, and beeps loudly-but-not-too-loudly when finished and doesn't get a pan sticky in the process of heating up syrup, and softly glows out the time of the day without me ever asking it. GOD BLESS YOU QUIN AND JOY! We knew not what we missed! Thank you, Thank you!

So, my redneck joke would read something like this: "Ya know you're a redneck if..... your five year old comes in the kitchen in the morning and points at the microwave and says 'What's that?'

Ya also might be a redneck if in response to the simple question of "What would you like for breakfast? you receive the gleeful answer (including the jumping up and down!) "Something from the microwave, something from the microwave!"

Coming right up!