Ah, home ownership…

New space age fridge replaced our old 1980’s bought-from-Craigslist-delight. The noises it was making were far too avalanche-like to ignore anymore. After a false start involving the digital display, everything is now a go, Houston. As soon as we renovate the floor so it fits where it’s supposed to, we will even have ICE! Imagine the poshness…

Ordered an equally fancy schmancy gas stove to replace the cranky “I will boil your food whether you want me to or not” glass top electric stove that can also cast off the oven handle to escape predators.  We haven’t told the electric stove yet but it’s headed for that happy recycling center in the sky.

My canner is not supposed to go on a glass-top electric stove anyway.

Once we prised the stove from it’s pre-Cambrian nest of grease and pulled it out, we discovered that there is no gas hookup. We also discovered a somehow pristine brand new pencil and a rather road-weary McDonald’s happy meal toy Barbie, but they weren’t any help. Linnae has taken them into her custody. We’ve called Davis Plumbers who by now recognize our number after the Water Heater Debacle of 2016. Just kidding, it wasn’t a debacle. Just a minor discommodation. Who needs a hot bath, anyway?

I’ll keep you posted, I’m sure our appliance woes have you on the edge of your seat.

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