I think our household appliances are plotting to murder my sister and I. I'm dead serious. Last week, the washing meachine nearly spontaneous combusted when I was washing clothes. And now, our toaster-oven and microwave just up and died when we were cooking dinner. Madre y Padre are at some church get-together that my sister and I opted not to go to [because it's a 'praise night' and my definition of praise, and a who bunch of Methodists' definition of praise are two completely different things] and so we were told to eat dinner. Something which neither of us would do without threatening. Let me stress the point that neither of us has any kind of eating disorder or self-image issue, we're just two really lazy teenagers who would just as well eat a granola bar for dinner than have something wholesome to eat. So, we both decided to actually make something good for dinner, our definition being Easy Mac and Toaster Strudell. So, I'm heating up the Mac of my Easy Mac and she's got her pastries up in the toaster-oven, so they're both on the same extention cord, and so we're just talking, shooting the breeze, laughing, playing with the cat, ect. when all of a sudden our respective appliances died. They made that really awesome, power-outtage noise, like that 'shhhooooooooom' noise and then the screens went blank; and we were like "what the heck?!" so we tried to call our parents [thank God our food actually cooked so we did get dinner within all the mess] and our parents have yet to get back to us and it's been like an hour. Oh well, the house hasn't caught on fire yet...I doubt it will. I think we just need to flip one of the breakers, but I'm not going down to the basement to do that, my dad can do that when he gets home. So anyways, that was our adventure for the evening. All in all it was way too much drama for a good dinner. I'll stick with cereal and a granola bar from now on, thank you very darn much.