So the other day I put a lovely 13x9 of brownies in the oven and put the timer on for 35 minutes. Thirty five minutes later I wasn't smelling any of that eewwwy goooey chocolatey luciousness.... Ummm no. The oven had heated up to maybe 90 degrees. The stinkin oven broken. . . .again. . .
Now this isn't just any oven. This is a circa 1961 General Electric brown beaut. Check this little darlin out:
Well.... so Jake took the lower element out and sure enough.... electrical issues.... again.
Cue rescue music.
Ashley calls Drayton, and along comes Mr. Rescue with his tool belt. I know girls... hold onto your seats.... a boy and his tool belt.... Okay, well he wasn't actually wearing the belt - it was sitting on my kitchen floor. ANYWAY, Drayton to the rescue. He fixed the oven. Now what do you think he can do about THIS stove... circa 1961 too...
Thanks Draykin!
Muah!
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