I had the same thought. “Here comes fun” if you’re another kid and “Here comes trouble” if you’re a nearby grownup. Those are definitely the best kind of kids. (Says the childless man not in education). 
Good thought. And thanks to others for seconding Jane’s motion.
Overnight we got an update from their service ticketing system that a new one has been ordered. I expect a resolution before Monday. I could hit Target for a cheapy meanwhile, but it’s not that essential. We do have a toaster oven and a 1-1/2 oven that can cover for many, not all, use cases.
In a recent thread, perhaps an MMP, I talked about people keeping habits long past when they still made sense for changed circumstances. You’ve all also read my explanation of my overly-complicated microwave-ridden mistake-prone way of making morning coffee.
It occurs to me that that was an example of a habit that used to be easy that’s slowly gotten more complicated and vexing such that now the hassle exceeds the benefit. It’s still functionally effective, but now it’s mostly stupid. Having no microwave is forcing me to break that habit temporarily and I probably won’t restart it. Yaay for good coming from bad. Microscopic though it is.
Ouch! When you live in a desert you get used to the idea that outdoor storage is dry storage. Sorry to hear about this mess. Don’t forget wet stuff will mold quickly if left in damp boxes. Rather than slowly and carefully sorting through each box in turn, you might want to do a quick dig through every box to pull out and air-dry the most valuable and mold-prone stuff. Otherwise by the time you / aunt get past box #10, 100% of the contents of boxes 11 through 40 will be nothing but trash.
Doggio I had never seen that cartoon before. But yes, that’s the idea exactly. Gary Larsen was an awesome student of the human condition.
What I do in that situation is make two sets of onions: the really finely chopped ones to blend into the bread invisibly and uniformly adding flavor, then a smaller amount of large chunks to be, well, large identifiable chunks of flavor explosion. And maybe ever reserve a few of those to add as garnish after kneading and rising but before baking.
Taters: I’ll say one last thing then shut up about your work life for good. The MPA is playing you like a fiddle. It’s 100% malicious to your interests. Fight back hard or be played for the rest of your years together.
Hooray!! An excellent ray of sunshine in everyone’s world!
And on the other hand … I’d kill PA2 if I was you. I expect you know this, but IMO Mom has days left, not weeks plural. Make darn sure the defective PA2-led directive never gets officialized.
As to me …
It’s now midmorning here. My microwave-less coffee came out plenty good enough.
My big accomplishment of the day / week / month was actually signing up for Medicare Part D & G online before getting wrapped up in y’alls daily doin’s. Three whole weeks before my employer medical insurance drops dead. Let’s hear it for Procrastinatus Maximus!!
- Hip, hip, you’re a Dumb-ass!!
Hip, hip, you’re a Dumb-ass!!
Hip, hip, you’re a Dumb-ass!!
We also have to get Her Ladyship signed up for the same stuff, but now that the decisions are made and we’ve done it once, that’ll go quickly. Now we’re just waiting until we get an email acknowledgement that should arrive by noon so we can do the dual enrollment right the first time.
Shit’s gettin’ real here at Casa Soon-to-be-RetiredGuy.
Betcha JtC concurs.
