And This Is Why I Love You, Internet People

Really. You’re the best. Sadly, even though all of you agree with me about my home repair crisis, my husband doesn’t think you’re special at all and he refuses to uninstall the new microwave oven and take it back to the store to get one with green LED numbers instead of blue ones. He’s a hater, y’all.

Some of you felt that I should just not use the appliance, which would be my first go-to plan, except I can’t really swear that I ever used it much in the first place. I didn’t say I don’t like USING the microwave, I said I didn’t like SEEING the microwave.

But then, when I began having car trouble because I found out that my new Toyota is a drug addict, once again it was Internet People to the rescue who insisted that my husband take this seriously and foot the bill for an in-patient treatment option. Again, he declined. I’m telling you, he just doesn’t care like we do.

The latest problem in my household that all of you Internet People will completely understand but that my poo-poo-head husband thinks is stupid if Pinterest. See? All I had to do was say, “Pinterest,” and you sat up straighter in your chair hoping to see cat memes and nasty e-cards. My husband doesn’t see it as productive work, and gripes a lot about me pinning things like awesome recipes that I don’t ever plan to cook even if I didn’t have an ugly, mismatched microwave.

Basically, it’s taught me that some people are just jerks who can’t be trusted to go out on a limb for vehicles with drug problems or cats with their heads stuck in Kleenex boxes. But I have all of you, and that makes up for it.