Well, I was finally forced to "convert" to the new Blogger. I had to create a new Google account. Evidently they aren't smart enough to just grandfather their Blogger accounts automatically to Google ones. I tried to post and the browser locked up. So we'll see if this works. (It didn't, Safari locked up again when I was ready to post.) Oh, and maybe the stupid blogging widget won't be such crap and will work. Sure. Right.
An hour ago I remembered I had unused cookie dough in the fridge that I was going to bake up fo rmy brithday and wondered if it was past use by date. One is. Do I care? Not really. I turned the oven on to pre-heat. The range and oven here are natural gas-powered, not electric as I'd alway sused. While I was putting the dough on the baking paper, I saw what I thought was puffs of smoke from the oven. Suddenly I have THREE smoke alarms screaming at me. Jeebus. Needless to say, the cat was not imperssed and hid under the covers while I resolved the issue. I opened the doors, a window and put on the ceiling fans while turning off the oven. Look, seriously, rent is just under 2K per month. That's almost like real money. Since I moved in I've battled a toilet, had the apartment exterior painted twice, been drowned by a kitchen sprayer that doesn't always turn off, had to replace two of three smoke alrm batteries, a thermostat battery, had a garage door latch stick... avoided a garage break-in... now discover the oven is evil. UGH. I haven't used the dish washer. I don't dare! All this I'm still not all moved in with stuff from the house that Brother's sending over! *smacks head on edge of desk*
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