Friday, December 12, 2008

WHY IS IT

I enjoy a big mug of cappucino in the morning. But it takes me so long to drink it that it cools down, so I'll pop it into the microwave to heat it up. I have the kind of microwave that has the rotating plate.  Why is it that no matter how much time I enter, when it's finished, the handle of the mug is always opposite the door?



The other night as I was driving home from work in a bit of a drizzling rain, I noticed the dashboard read-out on my my new car said "ice possible."  

Hello!  That was nice.

Later that night,  I left a meeting at church and had to carefully walk across the parking lot to avoid sliding on ice.  When I started the car, I noticed the read-out said nothing about ice.    Did it figure that if I had to slip and slide on it to get to the car and then had to scrape a layer of ice off the windshield that obviously, I knew the conditions.  Why is it that it knows that?
(OK, awkward sentence structure, but I had to go with it to fit in with the theme here.)


Why is it that I can't accept that my Bialatti Mukka Espresso Maker will explode whenever it wants?  Yep.  Did it again.  Third time.





Why is it I don't settle for a normal everyday cup of Folgers in the morning?

Why is it that I can sleep through freight trains going by all night long, but one little hooty owl outside of my window keeps me up for several hours. And why is it that hooty owl isn't getting hoarse after all of that hooting? (Can owls get hoarse?)

Why is it that no one trusts an Illinois Governor?

OK, that one I actually get.


UPDATE: Ever since I posted about the microwave, the mug handles have been at the front of the microwave. I'll admit it, I'm a little creeped out that my microwave reads my blog.

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