My microwave. I use it occasionally. i look at it alot i guess.

but you see, the other day i had to clean it. normally not a task that i mind doing, especially in our old house.

but since we moved, my microwave has been in a different spot, about mid torso to me, sitting on the counter.

and this being my very first encounter trying to clean it? no fun at all.

you see, the first thing that got on my nerves was that my dad asked me to do it. after he made the mess inside of it.

but i said to myself, "get over it, its not even a big deal or anything"

so i cleaned the sides and the bottom, no problem.

then the top came along...

i cant find any sort of way to describe to you all of the awkward positions i had to get my entire body into trying to comfortably and affectively clean it.

"never again!" i cried as i bent over backwards, with my knees sligtly bent and on my toes, back arched with my hand lying flat against the top of the microwave.

i was wet, uncomfortable, and needless to say, pissed.

[oh, to explain the whole wet part, i had just had a messy encounter with the sprayer thingy while doing the dishes]

after that, i made a vow to myself, that i would either never clean the microwave again, or find an amazing super high tech tool to use next time to either get my self into a not so uncomfortable position, or to kill it with untill it dies.

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