That’s what I was thinking when I saw Wifey put that yummy-looking loaf into the oven. A few minutes later the fish was done cooking and she went to retrieve the bread. “Uh oh” is never, ever what I want to hear. “The bread is cold,” she added. Which could only mean one thing.

Our oven has died.

Not just any oven. This is an old Jenn-Air with a microwave oven on top of it. Yes, that one, that’s had any number of problems. So both need to be replaced.

And of course we’re not just talking about a washer or dryer that can just be wheeled in, wheeled out, plugged in, hoses tightened. No.

We’re talking about taking out the old oven/microwave, measuring to make sure the opening is the right height and width and depth, checking the electrical service, blah blah blah. No, I won’t be doing it myself. I am old-and-wise enough to know my limitations and this project is among them.

And hey, when you’re spending… whaaaaa? $1,700+?? Holy f-ing you’ve gotta be kidding me! Plus delivery, plus installation. I’m just glad… nope, I’m not going to say anything else. But things like this come in threes, don’t they? Oh, I don’t even want to know what’s next.