Remember my stove?
I picked it up last week after visiting Gramma.
They'd told me that cosmetic issues were only covered for 60 days,
so be sure to open the box and inspect for damage.
I figured that wasn't really necessary,
but it'd be wise
all the same.
We opened the box yesterday evening,
only to discover that it was, in fact,
and my poor stove had a run in with
what looks to have been
a small forklift.
(even though it clearly says on the box not to use one.)
To add insult to injury,
it doesn't have the little counter lip thing that I thought it had.
So now I don't
even know what I'm going to do...
I was really frustrated about it last night;
I was already feeling like we can't manage to complete anything,
and there are so.many.decisions. to be made,
and here was one thing that I thought was taken care of
(and very nicely, too!)
that I still have to deal with.
And quite honestly,
I was feeling
a little sorry for myself;
I'd been so excited God had provided that stove for me,
it turns out,
I was finishing up dinner
and having a pity party,
and Brandon was in the LEM
practicing the guitar.
He was singing Your Love is Wild.
Suddenly I didn't feel quite so bad.
(but I still need a new stove, darn it)