Sabrina--2; Kitchen Appliance handles--0

So today I called my DH and told him that we might need to scale back my weight-lifting as I had just ripped the handle off the microwave. Yeah, I'm really that strong.

The funny thing about this is that this is not the first handle I have ripped off something in our kitchen. The microwave is my second casualty.

The day after we ran the Houston Marathon in 2005 (I have to set this up a little so you get the full effect) we were sore, tired, exhausted, elated, etc. and the local construction managed to break through the water main to the houses in our neighborhood. Tired + no water = unhappy people. So anyway. . . we went out and bought a new television to deal with the situation. (that was unrelated to the water--our old tv had mostly stopped working and this was back in the day when we watched tv regularly) So still no water that night (eew, funkiness sleeping with no shower) and the following morning I went to try the tap in the kitchen and SHAZAM! I ripped off the handle to the kitchen sink.

Good news: we had water.

Bad news: we had no way to wash things in the kitchen that needed to be washed and did not fit in the dishwasher.

Worse news: it took a week to locate the part to fix the faucet

Worst news?: the part cost $3. The overnight shipping to get the part to our house? $32

So the faucet survived. At least until we replaced the whole sink. (You know it's bad when your husband is under the sink inside the cabinet and he says: "Yep, I'm gonna need a hacksaw.")

And the microwave will survive. It better darn well survive--we're not buying a new one any time soon. And it had been broken off before, so we'll just fix it again and hope for the best.

As for my weight-lifting, I'm not getting a break anytime soon. Too much baby weight. . .too little time.