Don’t be nasty. (Syd, I’m looking at you.)
I had a dream last night that Bayou and I were shopping for clothes because we lost weight. (Something I reeeeaaaallly hope happens in the near future.) We were in this Costco-sized department store that seemed to go on for miles.
We found some clothes and decided to peruse the kitchen appliances. We came turned the corner on a BEHEMOTH of an oven/range. It was taller than we are, and it had a million dials/knobs on it. It looked like it was a steroid-engorged version of some of the stoves from the 1950′s- it was puce green, retro-style dials, no digital displays. It honestly looked more like a tank than a stove.
And it was $69,000. *facepalm*
Bayou was ridiculously excited about this stove, and was reading off all of its features to me in an attempt to sweet-talk me into the sale. She reads the list and ends it with the coup de gras:
“And it makes beer!”
That’s where I woke up. I think I may have been laughing.
I have totally woken myself up from laughing in my dreams. Lots of times, actually.
So many dirty comments I wanted to make.
Ha! And yet, you refrain.
super sized appliances.
hmm.
That is too funny. A beer making stove. Gosh, it you have that you wouldn’t need any other appliance. Of course for $69,000 there wouldn’t be much money left over for food. Did is come with a ladder so you can reach the top dials etc.
It totally needed a ladder, the thing was about 6 or 7 feet tall.
Sara cooks, has raging hormones and makes beer…are you sure it wasn’t her dressed as a stove?
Funny how in your dreams you came up with the figure 69.
Zuhn, it took you long enough.
JMc, somehow, I can’t see Sara in puce. It doesn’t strike me as her color.