We made the big move. Nothing was really unpacked, but our bed was here and we spent our first night in the new house. Being exhausted and with the help of Ambien, I toddled off to dreamland quite nicely…..
Until 4:55 AM when a loud explosion rocked all of us up. Seriously. LOUD. Breaking glass and everything. I jumped up and ran in the garage, figuring that the box of not so priceless china we had gotten from Art’s mom had fallen.
No. There was nothing broken or fallen in the garage. Hmm, just where did that big boom come from? We couldn’t find anything wrong and decided that it must have been an accident out on the road. We went back to bed, but I was awake at that point.
Oh well, I thought, might as well get up and start unpacking the kitchen. That is when I saw the destruction……..
Our kitchen, which had formerly looked like this
Now looked like this….
I thought that the flat surface stove was so cool. It was a great place to store boxes awaiting to be unpacked.
Um, it was unless by putting said boxes on the stove, you end up turning it on
& said boxes slowly heat up
& the can of cranberry sauce you tucked in with the dishes finally gets so hot that it explodes
& the boxes of plates and other breakable stuff gets shot across the room
& did I mention that we made this in part to save some money?
& a new stove wasn’t really in the budget?
This, my friends, is why I shouldn’t be allowed in the kitchen. Word from the now wiser, don’t put anything other than pots & pans on that flat surface.