Now that the dishwasher is in, I can't wait to get rid of my old stove. The new one is gas--four burners plus a grill, TWO ovens (oh my gosh, two OVENS! My daughter and I can now bake twice as many cookies this Christmas!) with the possibility of ovens being gas or electric, radiant or convection. It's this freaking stove that has me wondering, when did I get to be so attached to material things? Holy cow! I've never had any material attachments except for my collection of paintings, which are more food for the soul. I think it all started with that amazing toilet. It just sucked me right in!
"I could have missed the pain, but I would have had to miss the dance." Garth Brooks
Oh Lord, FaithFool, people already call me "Martha" because of the cooking and baking. Am I now one step closer to it being true?
[This message edited by lynnm1947 at 9:10 AM, July 30th (Tuesday)]
I think it all started with that amazing toilet. It just sucked me right in!
That's one powerful toilet. Maybe next time, don't stand in the bowl when you pull the lever.
I think I was hugging it at the time!
[This message edited by lynnm1947 at 10:23 AM, July 30th (Tuesday)]
jrc, ya can't have it! But you can have one like it:
It probably costs even less in the States.
(You know I'm just kidding you, right? And that I've been all over Canada?)
[This message edited by lynnm1947 at 1:34 PM, July 30th (Tuesday)]