My evil Blender died yesterday right in the middle of making Britt's carrots. With some on the stove and some in the blender it was a rather opportune time to bite the dust. And so what could I do but grieve in verse...

O dear Blender, why O why, did you die?

I thought that we two, shared a special bond,

While we made baby food, the time did fly.

Now I see, that of me you were not fond.

I gave you a grand and prominent home

Upon the counter top, where all could see.

But if you are not pleased with me to stay,

You must be washed, and plunged beneath the foam

to remove those carrots with great glee.

A true friend I shall find, with you away!

Ok, so I didn't say it would be any good.