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December 07, 2009


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Kathi D

That was back when microwaves had gusto. I'm pretty sure you could get a good tan by standing in front of one.

I don't have any interesting microwave stories. Due to my stubborn resistance to "learning my lesson," I have, on more than one occasion (fine, MANY occasions) had a cup of melting butter explode all over the inside.

all things BD

We had our first microwave when I was about 12 years old, and hanging above it was one of those macrame hanger/shelf things that they had back in the day. On the bottom shelf part, about 18 inches above the microwave, sat a plant in a plastic pot. I don't know how long it was there, but one day as we were heating something in the microwave, the entire plant, plus all the dirt, flew up out of the pot and landed on the floor. Roots and all. That can't be good, right?

Chesapeake Bay Woman

Don't you hate it when you notice a donkey running around in your back yard?

Can't wait to hear Mr. Cleveland's egg story.

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