Yesterday was Monday. It was a Monday through and through. Simple as that. In the midst of this, that, and the other, I decided to start fixing dinner. Baked tilapia and roasted sweet potatoes was the plan. Turn on the oven. Go to the sink to wash the sweet potatoes. Hear the water sizzling off the oven rack. Wait...I didn't have anything wet in the oven. Turn around and find white sparks and flames showing through the little oven window. Yikes!! I start yelling for Wayne. Eek, eek!! The element went. Burned cleaned through. No oven. So much for tilapia and sweet potatoes. Mary starts dancing around, "Pizza, pizza, pizza!! I just saw a commercial and now I have a craving for pizza...this is great!" Well....OK...how does everyone feel about pizza tonight? Dominos it was. At least I could take fixing dinner off my list.
When I got home from work today, the oven is all fixed. It's even cleaned (not sure if I'll know how to function with that). Hubby is such a magic man...but then, maybe that's a story for another day.
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Hooray for working ovens and for people who can figure out how to fix them. Magic man... I now have the song by Heart running through my head!
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