New Micrrrroooooundo!

Ahhh, I wish the title of this blog post had a little audio clip so you could hear what I hear in my head.

A couple weekends ago, my brother Brad and my dad helped Mike install the microwave in our kitchen.Once installed, Brad kept telling me to look at my shiny "new micrrrroooooundo!" every ten seconds.

It probably took him ten seconds just to say it every time.

It sounds a little Spanish, but with a very "Bradley" twist to it - if you know him, you know exactly what I mean.

Oh, and he's 26. Just in case you were wondering.



Anyway, I'm just thankful to have this beast in -- I smile a bit to myself every time I see it, because it's my "new micrrrroooooundo!!"