My microwave was either a puka or it was possessed by leprechauns (it would actually start by itself and the "brain" would get scrambled every so often) so I broke down and got a new one today.
The real toy was the UPS I picked up from my mail service later in the day. It's a little thing; only weighs 66 lb. (had to get help loading and unloading it from my truck).
http://media.toolking.com/cata.....VE_UPS.jpg
Gee, I hope it's not too small.
The microwave was fifteen years old. It worked great until it started misbehaving a couple of years ago. Every once in a blue moon, the control panel went nuts and wouldn't respond to key presses and kept throwing error codes or displaying oddball messages. The brain scrambling gradually became more frequent and it would take longer for it to unscramble. Then it started turning itself on. That's when I started unplugging the possessed beast since it would release a little of the built-in smoke every time it did it and they only put ony so much of the stuff in there when they build them. Finding replacement smoke on a machine that old would be challenging. I can't complain about the amount of service I got out of it. The light was working well. I never could figure out how to set the stupid clock.
@ Rick. The UPS requires a dedicated 20A outlet which I installed last week. Since I live in a mobile home, all I had to do was pull back the bottom of the siding between the breaker panel and the outlet to route the Romex. It should have been an easy job but it took me over twenty minutes to get the ground wire to go into the ground bar in the breaker box. The shoe that clamps down on the ground wires when the set screw is screwed in was stuck. I finally got it in with a bit of sweat, ingenuity, and a slightly...er..."enhanced" vocabulary. The neutral and hot wire were easy. Weird. I'm still worried if the unit will be big enough. ;)
And don't be knocking Saoirse (my "little" F150)! If she can haul my ample...ah...asset, she can haul almost anything.
What's so funny about eating popcorn before work. I've never been one who limited herself to only certain kinds of foods at certain times of day. It used to really torque me off when I was working graveyard and wanted to get supper after work and restaurants were only serving breakfast. Reheated pizza, the breakfast of champions! I often eat oatmeal for supper if it's getting close to bedtime and I'm not all that hungry at the time. I don't dare skip supper for fear I might dream of eating a giant marshmallow and wake up to find my pillow missing. At least I don't dream I'm a goose laying golden eggs.
@ LH. Actually, I actually am an official (albeit inactive) W.E.N.C.H (Woman Entitled to Nothing but Complete Happiness) of the International Wenches Guild. Have a picture of the winch on the bike?
@ Rick. Now, prithee, of what use wouldst a winch be unto me own self (though I know well what to do with a wench)? Saoirse do be a Lady, not a mud grubbing peasant.
Yea verily, I do be within code.
