During a special trip I made to hang out with a special friend in Harrison, OH things got a little seXy. I hadn't really been looking for bedroom decor but when I visited the local JoAnn Fabrics and they were in the final days of their moving sale with items 90% off I found something that just spoke to me. Something that was just meant to be hung above my bed.
Silly me, I meant to post this picture.
You see they had a large stack of giant paper mache X's (and only X's) for .40 cents a piece. My first reaction was to laugh at who would need so many giant X's. My second reaction was to only buy three for when I finally open up my strip club (Miss Ellie's House of Ladies). But my third, and final, reaction was to buy all but two (I didn't originally calculate it that way but i needed them in multiples of 3 which left two sad ones behind) and hot glue them in a fashion inspired by this... (more to come on "this" soon)
So maybe the microwave is so fucking future, it still makes me feel like a failure. You see, back when writing this post, I was young and full of hope, optimism, and even a plan for a microwave cozy with irony. But tonight I've done a bad thing. I, for the first time in my life that I can remember, I made a baked potato. I made it in the microwave. :(
(I generally don't feel that emoticons are appropriate for a blog but there it just felt necessary).
It was gross, it was actually kind of chewy. I made a chewy potato. And ate it.
Potato of Failure
Now that I've given in to the white beast (whom I like to call "Microwave") I don't know how to go back. I still do the majority of the cooking on the stove because a corn tortilla isn't done justice by the 'wave. How do I regain the fear of the microwave? Do I make another Crane Rule where I promise the universe that I won't use the microwave until the cranes are done? Do I crochet an awesome cozy(with irony) that is a pain to remove? Do I just unplug it and store it in my parent's basement or give it back to my land people who put it here in the first place?