The rule of three

Appliances and coordianted demise.

I'm starting to think the little chips in all my appliances gathered round the glow of the LCD of the dying microwave at midnight and decided to have a coordinated demise just for grins and giggles. And to hear me swear.

First it was the microwave...it blew up, literally, in rather spectacular fashion.

Turns out you shouldn't try to use the infernal thing when there's a hold burned through the microwave plate. Of course one would have to know there was hole burned through the microwave plate. It would also help if people, namely my beloved, would remember to cover food before hitting that little start button. But I digress.

So first the microwave and while we don't actually use it to cook it is an indispensable part of our daily routine. All of a sudden we couldn't heat up leftovers or make popcorn. And I tell ya peeps, it was downright UGLY around here, on the heels of general anarchy, if you want to know the truth.

So I hustled myself off to TAHRJAY and bought a nice Sharp Carousel with all kinds of "preset" functions which I'll never use because

A) We only use the thing for the aforementioned two tasks and

B) If I have to use the manual to figure it out, tis not happening

but they sure are pretty!

So then a few days following the microwave replacement, our coffeee maker of 20 years just up and gave up the ghost on us. With no warning. No note of farewell. On a Saturday. It was just cruel.

So this time I hightail it to Bed, Bath & Beyond. Oh I do LOVE that store. And I LOVE the 20% off coupon. But it's a lot like Costco. I always end up coming out of there with more than I had planned on buying going in. And generally, I only have one coupon, so that is a very, very bad thing.

But the good thing, I have a lovely little Cuisinart individual pour coffemaker. It's sleek and shiny and pretty and makes one fine cup of coffee.

But I miss my thermal Krups.

And there's a fair amount of trepidation in these parts waiting for that third appliance to kick the bucket.

Please oh please, don't let it be the food processor. Friday night, with no pizza?

Inconceivable.