Really this is a dilemma for me and Mala, but I largely caused it, so I'll take responsibility. I have too many appliances.
See, Santa loves me. He got me a lot of fun stuff this year, and it seems like half of it belongs in the kitchen. Julia's mom (Momma V) gave me a Mr. Coffee iced tea maker. If you like delicious iced beverages, this is the place to be. Taking a cue from her mom, Julia gave me one of those little Cuisinart food processor dealies. And then, so I could be cool like Frank Parry, my mom gave me a deep fryer.
That's not too much, I know, but we already had a full kitchen. What with the mixer, blender, quesadilla maker, two crock pots, a toaster, a toaster oven, and all the crap I can't remember, I might have to get rid of my bed and sleep on a pile of plastic, blades, and heating coils.
Of the millions and millions of Dr. yeti's fans, are any of you carpenters? I need a big old shelf built high on the kitchen wall that runs the length of the whole room.
Also, my sister gave me an inflatable boat. It's not an appliance, but it looks pretty sweet. Who wants to row out to the island in Lake Raystown and get retarded?
A Place to Play
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