Just take a minute to realize all that has happened to us in just our first month. Scott would love to relay our first memorable microwave moments. Disclaimer: I was never allowed to use the microwave at home past "Daddy, can you...". Preset: I am obsessed with popcorn, but I make it is a wonderful old-school popper (yeah Babes). The office is on and Scott and I are in a hurry to get watching. I throw in a quick bag of popcorn, which I am very unfamiliar with. I hit the popcorn button (perhaps more than once) and go brush my teeth. Scott is stepping out of the shower, I am stepping out of the bathroom and ashes are flying in our faces. Mt St Helen has erupted in our front room! Pointless to describe the following commotion. So I'm a new wife, I'm feeling silly. I want my husband to think me capable and strong, and girly. I decide to fix my issue and make our apartment smell great, the burning fumes are really getting to our brains. I go to the store and buy a nice smelling lime. Half of it goes down to garbage disposal, aaahhhhhh, the great smell of summer. Half of it goes in the microwave. Quick set is only 30 seconds, how much harm can that do? How much harm did Mount Lassen do?
Needless to say, I am yet again banned from the microwave past "Scotty, can you..."
