Pretty Red Microwave

We've been having problems with our microwave. It is probably entirely our fault, in that we never cleaned it. Wikus cleaned it once when we were on vacation in July. He's nice like that; or, rather, he was so disgusted by it, that he felt forced to clean it just so he could eat some food while house sitting for us. We are terrible human beings. We do not cook, and if we do need to eat something inside the house (why weren't we able to go out to eat?), then we pretty much solely use the microwave, and no, we do not generally cover the dish first to prevent splatters. Microwave splatter is food art. A month or so ago, the microwave started making random beeping noise, then it occasionally turned on all by itself. I could deal with the beeping, but not a microwave turning on when we weren't home and blowing the place up. That would certainly be deemed negligence in regards to the cats. We dealt with this by unplugging the microwave when we weren't using it. And of course when using it, I would do my best to position my ovaries right in front of it in case it was leaking radiation. Free sterilization!

This weekend we decided we had had enough of this workaround. Target doesn't have that many choices for microwaves, and we weren't looking for anything that actually cooked food. We just need one to heat up our leftovers or Amy's frozen dishes and Quorn chik'n stuff (god, Quorn products are amazing). We spied a lovely red microwave on sale for $50. Now, I should know better than to buy something just because it is pretty and red. I've done this several times in my life--the latest being this really seriously crappy Dell laptop (BSD on the 2nd day of ownership). However, we went for it. It looks like this:



The Boy tried to suggest that the red did not go with the green in the kitchen, which I thought was amusing since it is almost the same color red as our living room, and the green in the kitchen is the ceiling color in the living room. I'm not sure how he didn't put this together.

I'll be sure to complain loudly if it breaks within the next few months. Perhaps we could make it in to a pretty red cat bed (if the Old Man pees in it, at least it will be a relatively easy clean up).