We've got a mixer down!
Evidently, the second half of one's seventh year of marriage is a good time for small appliances to bite the dust. Earlier this week I was making banana muffins (yum!) when one of the beaters just kept falling out of the mixer. No, not dangerous at all. I've been wanting a new hand mixer anyway to tide me over until I can have the Cadillac of all mixers, so it's not a huge bummer. Today I wanted to make some toast, but the toaster wouldn't stay down and work. I ended up having to use the oven broiler to make my toast.
Is there some sort of seven-year itch associated with small appliances?
Is there some sort of seven-year itch associated with small appliances?
