Whoa!
Such is the state of my oven. It blew up last night...in a blaze of glory. I was standing right there when it happened and it freaked the living daylights out of me. It was like a bomb went off.
Now I'm left with this giant hole. Ironically, access to the oven is much easier now that I don't have to open it with the handle that gets scalding hot.
posted by kent @ 3:27 a.m.
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LOL The look on your face is hilarious!! :-D Hope you can fix that oven...and am lovin' "the-dad-pic" ;-)
I met Natasha in Switzerland yesterday, was a lotta fun to catch up !!! You were mentioned a few times too, hehe.
Looks like the event "caused your hair to stand on end".
Maybe there really was a bomb in your oven... Have you done anything to annoy the oven gods?
hey kent, thanks for the birthday wishes. I hope you are doing better. What happened to you?
Salamtak!
Carissa don't tell him that he'll get a big head.
Funny to see how the apartment falls apart after I leave...
perhaps this is an alternate explaination to the "Earthquake shakes parts of Kent" headline this morning...
That oven is beyond repair. I'd be amazed if we got a new none before leaving this place.
Could an earthquake do such a thing?
Oh, and Natasha: how many times did you use the oven?
That gas bottle sitting by the oven has to be illegal. Why I don't like pilot lites.
The definition of illegal is a bit different here. There is another "illegal" cylinder in the bathroom as well.
We don't actually have a pilot light system on our range/oven. There is one for the water heater, but we turned it off.
Hope you feel better today. We didn't end up going.
i guess we are really getting old.
I used it once!! And you ate the burnt product that came out of it. It was just too scary to use again. Floor looks clean though, thats good.
Holy crap!
I'm just glad that you are ok.
Keep the hair up, chicks dig it.
Oh Kent...dare I say only with you does something like this happen...hope all is well...take care
wow talk about randomness...well at least your safe!
Natasha,
You need to learn to watch your smack talking. When I arrived, sure the beds were made, but the house was covered in Aussie-filth. Don't claim otherwise. It took 2 hours of scrubbing to clean the commonwealth criminal off the bathroom walls.
Once the oven exploded though, I gave up, and our house is back to filthy. Though now its filthy with giant piles of glass everywhere.
Which, the argument could be made, is an improvement.
Haha...you just got told, Natasha.
Tee hee hee - gotta agree with Miss. Canthus - your hair is impressive... like a wild halo.
Ciao for now!
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