This I know.
My microwave, it tells me so."🎵
Yes, love is a microwave.
The thing is, I haven't had a proper cup of tea since we started moving. That was over a week ago. I haven't had oatmeal either. I miss my oatmeal.
It's true; I could have cooked it on the stove. I do know how to boil water and add the appropriate ingredients.
But I am not that good a cook.
I am an amazing microwave cook.
In a microwave, I can set the timer, go to the bathroom, get sidetracked by the laundry, remember I need to put something on the grocery list, see an email I want to answer, and then wonder why I am hungry. And back in the kitchen, my oatmeal has cooked to perfection.
On a stove, it would be cooked to a dry, desert crisp. Possibly with a smoke alarm serenade.
Water for tea would be boiled over.
I have destroyed skillets with my lack of attention.
In other words, a cup of tea is just not worth it.
So to come home on a night when the chill of the wind has me expecting snow in the forecast, (Which there isn't. It's supposed to be 60 tomorrow!) and find the microwave set up and ready for use...
That is happiness.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have a date with Earl Grey.
I hope you have a great (and warm) day!