You know you have become an adult when a new major appliance is exciting. Our stove finally gave up the good fight. I guess it decided it would try to take us with it on the way out. I smelled gas, we checked the stove and it was turned on and kicking gas into the room. The boy-child turned it off and about 10 minutes later it was doing it again. We unplugged it and sent it out the door before it could poison us or blow up our home. Small details. We went shopping all over town, looked at stoves and ended up buying one at the first place we looked. We got the new one home and it is happy in our kitchen. It is really shiney! Mike and I have gone into the kitchen just to look at it.
I started looking around and noticing all those things you walk past everyday. The muddy paw prints on the floor, the jelly finger prints on the front of the counter. Lets not even talk about the kickplate under the fridge. That is just tooo scary of a place to go. I watch too many ccrime scene shows, I guess I have other ways of collecting dna for my kids if they ever go missing. I can get rid of the fingerprints I have in jelly, preserving thier dna. After crawling around the floor, scrubbing and cursing myself for not doing it sooner, I got it looking pretty good and then after all that work it was time to cook a meal and make dirty dishes, let the dog in and track more mud in to the kitchen.... AHHHHHHH. I gave up and called for delivery!!
