I’ve been having some blonde days lately. My most recent one was yesterday when I put checks straight into the ATM, bypassing the whole security envelope thing. Once I realized my mistake, I had to go inside the bank to make sure that it would be alright. The teller was quite amused and told me I had talent. Thank you Mr. Smart-Alec.

I thought that today was going well. I went and bought supplies for tonight’s dinner, came home, did my thing and started on my rose-petal drying experiement. The rose bushes outside have been heavy with fragrant blooms and I’ve been taking full advantage of them when I want to take a long soak in the tub. The realization hit me that during the rest of the year, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy this same luxury. So what did I decide to do? Dry them of course! And, as a child of the ’80s, I decided to use the microwave. You can put anything in there, right?

That’s what I thought.

I  got two plates of rose petals dried before the microwave blacked out on me. The normally active display screen went blank–leaving me with a steadily growing pit in my stomach. I looked behind the microwave, hoping that somehow, I had telepathically moved the plug. No such luck. I’m still without those powers. I moved the plug into the other socket. Still no luck.

Crum.

With half the family gone on vacation and a small fortune having just been spent on repairing the car, the death of the microwave would fortell my own doom.  I jiggled the plug out of the electrical socket and tried the plug on the other side of the kitchen.

The lights were back on.

So instead of having a $200 jar of rose petals, I just have some wires that need some jiggery-pokery. There has got to be another quick way to dry those petals. Any thoughts?