Charlyn’s Web

That is a title of a children’s counting book, in case your literary tastes run in another direction and you don’t read those regularly.

Brett got off early and we headed to one of the larger towns in the area, about an hour away to search for a microwave. The kids chose to eat at Subway over McDonald’s in a two to one vote. Maybe there is hope for their tastes yet.

We went to Home Depot first and were surprised and disappointed at their lack of selection. We went there first because The Col. Panic had researched their inventory and determined that they would have what we wanted. Wrong. Shoulda called first. Sigh. They can order what we want with no shipping charges but we would have to go back to pick it up. One in white will not be available until after the 28th. Did I mention we went in the Suburban for various reasons- room being one of them- can you hear the diesel being sucked down?

Then we went to Sears, they did have one we were interested in but The Col. decided that the reviews were better for the other one so off we went to see if anyone else in town had one. They didn’t.

It seems to have gotten complicated somehow. All we want is a microwave, for goodness sakes! But we want a GOOD one- there is the rub.

So after loading and unloading the kids seven times and five bathroom visits, we still have no microwave.

As the salesman at Home Depot said- “you don’t realize how much you use it until it’s gone. ” How true.

But I am developing coping skills and the withdrawal symptoms are lessening. There is hope for me yet.