I should preface this post by saying that I love Auntie more than anything but........
The weekend started OK. Friday night I decided to go grocery shopping etc so that for the rest of the weekend I could relax and do whatever - hook, read etc. So far so good. Seemed like a good idea to bake beans on Saturday since it is damp and dreary out. Got up this morning, got them ready and shoved them in the oven.
By lunch time I thought I would bake a few crescent rolls for a light lunch. Set the timer - the timer dings - I open the door to the oven......................
RAW dough and a stone cold oven! This isn't good. And what's worse is this stove is barely 6 years old. I gently break the news to Auntie. Now she is a sweetie but in the past few years she is not really good at coping with the little twists life can throw you. Everything is a MAJOR CRISIS.
Oh oh, she is starting to go into a tizzy. I feel a bit like I am watching a scene from the Exorcist with the spinning head!
Then he actually starts to suggest that maybe he can attach a homemade dial to the front and hot-wire it to the oven..........and she looked like she was considering it! OMG..... Its ironic how the oven was broken yet all I could think of was shoving her head in it!!!! LOL
The hot-wire thing was the last straw. I grabbed my keys, told him if he wanted this stove for parts he could make Auntie and offer while I was gone. I was going to the Appliance store. The new stove is being delivered on Monday.
So for the rest of the weekend if we can't boil it, fry it or nuke it - we aren't eating it.