Monday, February 4, 2013

Mad Props To The Machine

I must say, I couldn't be a quarter of how amazing my husband thinks I am without the help of machines. His money helps too.

I was looking around my small kitchen realizing all the help I have. I have cinnamon swirl bread in the bread maker. I have a huge load of dirty dishes, primarily bottles, in the dishwasher. Will spilled a large portion of Keelys cereal on the floor and the vacuum picked it up. The washer and dryer are in constant cycles. I have fish soup in the crock pot. The fish was smoked outside in our smoker. I made some oreo cookie chocolate covered pops the other day and used my Kitchen Aid, blender and stove. I bought a bookshelf to hold Wills million books and loved having my electric screwdriver to help me out. I love my sonicare toothbrush. Lets give mad props to my car, THANK YOU CAR!!! You get us everywhere and you haul a lot of stuff. I can't forget our little heater. You are a hard working machine little guy. Thanks for keeping the kiddos warm. I would also like to thank my laptop computer. You are a genius machine. I make so much art with you and without you I would be stuck in a dark room with harsh chemicals. Then there is my phone. I love you little phone!!! You give me music, internet, movies, you are a camera (LOVE that!!) you let me play games, talk to friends and family, give me life saving directions to locations, answer any question I may have, you give me Pinterest which cures a lot of downtime when trying to fall asleep, you show me free stuff on Craigslist and allow me to post stuff on Craigslist, you aid me in my search for a home and you allow me to write about all my adventures, you do SO much!

Machines man. I freaking love them! Except when they brake. Suddenly my life comes crashing down. I never get angry but when something is not right, especially with my phone or computer, I don't know myself. I get psycho mad. So thank you machines, thank you. I apologize to anyone I may have forgotten. I do love you deeply and don't want to be punished by having you short out.

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