There has been a little revolt at Holly’s house. As you know, some have complained, some have whined and some have threatened. I am here to offer an ultimatum.
I am Holly’s range.
I have noticed something. I have a lot of time on my hands to observe because I am rarely in use. In fact, reflecting Holly’s fuzzy slippers in this picture is the most work I have done all week.
It’s not that Holly stays out of the kitchen. She is ALWAYS there. She uses other appliances. The microwave and dishwasher seem to be in perpetual motion. She also has her favorites. The coffee maker.
The computer. I know this isn’t actually a kitchen appliance, but she doesn’t seem to grasp that.
I have to hand it to her. The girl can make some toast.
and some more toast.
This is hard for me to admit. This hurts me to the core. This is why other appliances mock me. This is why drastic measures are required. This is no joke. This is another appliance that sees more action then I do:
I know it seems incomprehensible that a barnyard waffle maker is in use more than I. Do you feel my pain? Do you see why action is my only choice? Where did it all go so wrong? Why me? Is she insane?If I am not used consistently (once daily x 14 consecutive days) over the next two weeks, I am posting myself on eBay:
Stainless steel range. Pristine condition. Very little use.
Crying for attention,
Holly’s Range
hey good lookin’, i’ll put ya to cookin’!
ha! nerdy, huh?
I’ll swap you. I will take your jealous needy range and you can have my slightly crappier and not so jealous range.
Deal?