The mixer died
Sounding like an injured walrus
Making bread by hand
Hurts my wrist (am I getting old?)
Nathan dissected the beast
Found the ailment
Could not find a part anywhere in town
He drilled a hole in a penny
Replaced the broken widgit
It Worked!
The mixer lives!
Homemade rolls,
cinnamon rolls,
chocolate chip cookies,
whipped cream,
grated potatoes,
orange julius,
blueberry milk shakes...
Which should I make first?
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2 comments:
Nathan and Rick must be related! Hooray for fix-it guys.
Do you remember the poem you wrote using the long word Poe used in some of his poems. Something will bells, tintintabulation (something along those lines). I think you were asked to read it aloud at the Library.
Heather
You're lucky. My husband can't fix things. and to think, just a few weeks ago, you were on your own. The mixer so considerately waited until he returned to break.
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