Well, today the fibro has slithered down my neck, shoulders and arms and settled in my hips and thighs. Can everyone spell fire ants? Also, in the middle of the night I got stabbing pain in the two toes I broke a few years ago after running 100 MPH towards what I thought was a rubber ball in a dog park and kicking it. In fact, it was a round, cement 'hitching post' for those who needed to tie their dogs up for one reason or another. Owyy!
Anyway, last Thanksgiving we celebrated on the friday after, as my son from Atlanta waited too long to buy plane tickets and couldn't get a flight until Thursday night. No prob.
We had just bought a new stove the week before. Me? Just give me four burners and a gas flame and I'm good with that. But hubby wanted one that looked like the control panel from a 747. So that's what we bought.
I put the monster turkey in the oven around 3:00 in the afternoon, planning to eat around 8:00 after my other son got out of work. All was fine and dandy until I noticed, upon checking the bird, it wasn't crisping. Strange, since it was 'convecting' but didn't think much about it. Then I noticed I wasn't smelling those wonderful odors that come from a cooking turkey. I told the hubby and he shrugged his shoulders and said we probably just not giving the new oven 'a chance'. I finally opened the oven door again, at a point when the thing should have been done...plastic popper was still embedded deep in white flesh plus...there was no heat coming from the oven.
I looked up at the control panel and it was flashing 'Sabbath Mode'. It had gone off automatically at 5:00, in respect for the Jewish Sabbath. Now THAT's a stove that has gone over the edge with accessories.
Okay..so there will be no turkey but do you think we could get the stove to work AT ALL? The user manual was in four languages and the size of a phone book. I called Lowes and they knew nothing for nothing. Finally, two men and myself pulled it out from the wall, and unplugged it so we could re-program it. Did you know that if a professional installs a stove, they have to fasten the back feet with screws into these grooves so that the stove won't tip over and fall on a child that might lean on it? Are you serious? That's like saying you have to put bricks under the wheels of your 2 ton mini-van so your four year old can't push it down the street.
You wanna talk about a fibro moment? Trying to lift that stove that in essence was permanently afixed to the floor...OMG. I spent a good portion of the evening in a hot bath. Everyone still had a good time without the turkey...the pies were good!
That's my story and I'm stickin' to it. Anyone else??
Post Edited By Moderator (Sherrine) : 11/25/2008 3:01:52 PM (GMT-7)