...to tell or not to tell?
The microwave is apparently on the fritz.
Late night snack of reheated leftovers of capirotada turned out to be a late night snack of cold leftovers. I can eat it cold, but I rather like warm. Se me hace mas sabroso. So, uh, I'm wondering if telling the landlord would cost more than getting someone else to fix it. Maybe if I beat fiddle with it...but I probably shouldn't. Ah well. I still don't want to let the landowner know.
...I think I'll pick up some bredela or mille-feuille later this weekend (or next week-?). Or maybe some pan dulce if I don't feel like going to that bakery. There's always that cute little cafe from Thursday which was interesting to say the least. Ah well, I'll decide when the craving hits me.
But if anyone knows someone who can repair a microwave for cheap, let me know, por favor~?
Late night snack of reheated leftovers of capirotada turned out to be a late night snack of cold leftovers. I can eat it cold, but I rather like warm. Se me hace mas sabroso. So, uh, I'm wondering if telling the landlord would cost more than getting someone else to fix it. Maybe if I beat fiddle with it...but I probably shouldn't. Ah well. I still don't want to let the landowner know.
...I think I'll pick up some bredela or mille-feuille later this weekend (or next week-?). Or maybe some pan dulce if I don't feel like going to that bakery. There's always that cute little cafe from Thursday which was interesting to say the least. Ah well, I'll decide when the craving hits me.
But if anyone knows someone who can repair a microwave for cheap, let me know, por favor~?