Is dinner ready yet?

I come from a microwave generation.

If I want entertainment, I press a button and the the television turns on.
If I want food, I type in a number, wait several seconds, and bam! Dinner.
If I want to go somewhere, I can google it and come up with a million deals on airline tickets and hotel rooms.

We live in an instant gratification society, and though the baby boomers started it, my generation can't imagine a world without it. I've never thought twice about using the microwave that my mother considered another "fad" decades ago. I can't even comprehend life without a cell phone or where you didn't have a personal car.

That being said, there's no microwave for horses. Wouldn't it be nice? You could jam your bucking, biting, rearing, crazy, worthless, no good, hopeless green horse into a box and he'd come out the other end sweeter than cotton candy and more flexible than an underaged Chinese gymnast.

So, that's what I've decided to do with my life. I have invented a microwave for horses.

Check it out:

CLICK.

What do you think?
--Girl