aaaw, man. not my day.
so, shortly after chris walked out the door to spend his first night in his new apartment, i burned out the motor of the vitamix blender i was given for my birthday by my parents. apparently technology and a powerful motor are no match for, um, pureed dates.
i knew that these things were pricey, and i am unsure whether there is any sort of warranty just yet, so i went to the vitamix website to see exactly how much the damage might be. ho. ly. shit. i had NO idea that these things were that stupidly expensive. holy christ on roller skates. i mean, really. it's an effing blender. it couldn't handle pureeing dates. c'mon, peoples. fuck. can't wait to tell my mom about this. maybe she got it through costco for a discount or something. i certainly hope so.
i knew that these things were pricey, and i am unsure whether there is any sort of warranty just yet, so i went to the vitamix website to see exactly how much the damage might be. ho. ly. shit. i had NO idea that these things were that stupidly expensive. holy christ on roller skates. i mean, really. it's an effing blender. it couldn't handle pureeing dates. c'mon, peoples. fuck. can't wait to tell my mom about this. maybe she got it through costco for a discount or something. i certainly hope so.