Can you keep a secret?
Our oven is out of commission, and it’s been out of commission for, oh, a month or two.
We called in a repair guy. He ‘fixed’ it. We wrote the check and sent him away. Mario excitedly fired it up to make a pizza, and… it wasn’t fixed.
Repair Guy came back and “fixed” it again. Again, she tried her pizza. No luck.
We gave up on Repair Guy, and Hubby ordered a part.
He ordered another part.
So…. we’ve given up.
THAT’S the secret.
You see, I’ve quite enjoyed having a broken oven as an excuse not to be able to bake treats for my co-workers’ birthday/wedding/shower celebrations.
It’s been nice having my weekends to myself. My Shadow and I have gotten much closer because of it.
So I’m in no rush to call in Repair Guy #2, or to buy a new one. I’m hoping to keep my excuse until all thoughts of baked goods are out of their heads.
And I’ll just have to find something besides cupcakes to entertain myself with.
Shouldn’t be too hard….