Well, that's not true. We needed a washer and dryer, and we bought those at the local scratch-and-dent store. We didn't buy any kitchen appliances. We were still using the microwave from my college roommate, the old refrigerator taken out of our friend's new house, and the old stove that came with our house. This was fine with us- everything worked well enough to get by, and we were thankful that we didn't need to buy anything.Two years, later, sometime this summer, we noticed the rubber around the door of our fridge was condensing and dripping onto our wood floors. The food seemed to be kept cold enough- I was mostly worried about the small puddle we'd find every couple days under the fridge would eventually damage the floors. A Refrigerator Fund was started, and by November we had replaced the fridge.
I love cooking, and the previous owners of our house did too, so the stove was well used. Also, like the fridge, it was almost as old as Josh & I. One burner didn't really heat up, there was no preheat light, no window in the oven door, no light inside the oven... The stove was perfectly functional, but as I started listing its flaws, I wondered if we would be justified in replacing it. We didn't need any immediate term life insurance quotes- It wasn't going to burn down the house or anything, but somewhere around 23 years old, I start to wonder if a valid case can be made for replacement. My parents must have noticed its flaws too, and offered for our only Christmas gift this year to be money toward a new stove. We decided to jump at the chance, and keep an eye out for good deals around Black Friday. We ended up finding one that got good reviews for a steal, and the old stove was booted out.
Because it was still a mostly-usable stove, I put the description of it, flaws and all, on craigslist to see if there were any takers. While doing that, I also discovered the instruction booklet it came with, complete with vintage cartoons. Which is the whole point of this post:
If I knew the stove talked, I might not have gotten rid of it!
on, and went to bed. At about 4:30am, Casey starts crying. It's not uncommon that he cries in the middle of the night outside our door to be let out- there are probably more nights I get up with him than don't- but this cry was different. Rather than a "If you happen to be awake, please, let me out, if you have time" hesitant sort of cry, this one was insistent, more of a "Seriously, get out here, now, I think you should see this!" sort. Needless to say, I got up quicker than I usually do, threw on my robe, and went to let Casey out. Except, I heard rushing water. At first, I figured Josh had left a faucet open to thaw and he left it on full blast. I went to look for the faucet, and discovered that the water wasn't rushing out of the sink faucet, like I expected, it was rushing out of a hole in the wall! Um.
. We survived the crowds and were home by 5:15, and caught up on sleep for the rest of the day, glad to be home.
for sale right now, and we all know I love games! Some of these are classics.
is, good for you; you probably have wholesome away-from-screen hobbies. For those of you who do know what it is, you know how all-encompassing and life-consuming this game can be. I know how many hours the people I know who play the game spend on it, so I can't imagine how much time an individual who has done everything there is to do in the game must spend- and how much life he must have missed out on while virtually hunting down orcs.
hit the Internet. Some were excited about a dedicated Twitter device, some confused as to its purpose, and others ridiculed it as a 
