I know the reason

Sarah and I were watching the season finale of Lost last night and before you all start thinking that I am an avid fan, I am just going to let you know that no, not yet. Sarah Netflixed the seasons for me so that I can be sucked into that black hole known as the Lost superfan club who prays that their plane crashes on an island with Jack Shepard. But back to the actual point of this post, during every commercial brake the news commercial came on showing microwaves that had unexpectedly exploded or caught on fire. Sarah and I couldn't help but laugh at the same time as be concerned but while I was laying in my bed trying to find that shape on my ceiling that looks like Barbra Streisand's profile, something came to me. One year Sarah went away to EFY, we all missed her terribly and couldn't wait for her return. When that horrible week of waiting was finally over, she returned home in a skirt with a future missionary tag and went straight up to her room... ok she wasn't wearing the skirt. We all followed her in a long line up to her room to see what she was up to. Sarah pulled out her massive CD collection and started thumbing through them and when she was finished, the only CD's in there that were left were the Ace of Base CD and the Especially for Youth Soundtrack. Finally one of us asked what she was doing and she let us know that she was getting rid of all these CD's because it wasn't good music to listen too. (Isn't she so cute? I love her) Immediately, light bulbs popped up over our heads and we remembered that time that someone had told us about microwaving CD's. We thought this was perfect because it would help get rid of them forever because we feared if we didn't completely destroy them, Sarah would be dumpster diving at two in the morning and be carted away with the morning trash. So we began. It was so intriguing watching those lightning bolts jump off the CD and then when it was finished it looked so cool and crackled. To test to see if they were now unlistenable, we put Snoop Dogg into the 6 disk changer and pushed play. Nothing. Since we knew we were doing the right thing we continued... until daddy Brian woke up from his nap. He tried to nicely let us know that if we continued doing this, we would end up with an exploding microwave so we told him we were finished but then nuked one more because we couldn't listen to Boyz II Men any longer. So while the news thinks that microwaves are mysteriously exploding, I am thinking it as more to do with curious children who never got the Wii they have been begging for. Here is a video so that none of you are tempted to go out and buy the new Eminem CD just to burn it while sacrificing your microwave. I love the ding at the end.