My mother has been telling everyone that asks her what we really need, to get us plates. We already have two sets of plates; one is a McDonald's happy meal set Adam has had since he was a wee boy. Sometimes I will be eating something and will look down to see Grimace (the purple blob) staring at me, it is a little unsettling. Our other plates are a set of non-microwavable plates from Target, but we are rebels, so we microwave them all the time. This drives my mother crazy. She can't stop telling me how little parts of the plate are probably flaking off into my food, and how it is going to give me cancer. So my plates are going to kill me, and one day she will be standing over my coffin saying, "I told you so." So now I call them our cancer plates. I love my mother.
The thing I want more than anything else, the thing that would make my life worthwhile, is a kitchen aid mixer. I'm getting turned on just looking at the picture. I could mix, whisk, bake, and frost with that baby. I can make pasta and ice cream! It comes in 24 spectacular colors! The advertisements say, "No wonder generations of cooks have cherished theirs. Isn't it your turn?" As Bob as my witness, I KNOW it is my turn.
I registered for it at bed, bath, and beyond, but I've been tempted to add it to my Target one also. In case they go shopping at Target instead, I want to cover all my bases. I realize that we might get two mixers this way, and may not be able to return one of them. But I mean would that be so bad? If we had two, Adam and I could have dueling kitchen aid mixer races! That sounds like the most fun I have ever heard of in my entire life.
I also considered registering for one in every color (you know just in case they don't have the color I want). I’m not so picky. Friends, if I end up with 24 Kitchen Aid Mixers will you come over and play Susie Homemaker with me? Pretty please? I'll put out some chez-its and serve champagne.
P.s.-Did you see my new layout? Version 4.0.