I love my crockpot. Seriously. I mean, I usually adore it, but today it will keep my family fed.
Yesterday I tried to wait for my husband to call home and ask if there was anything I needed from the store, just so I could say, "Yes Dear, a new oven. Could you pick one up on your way home?"
Sadly, I could not contain my wit, so he got an email that said OMGtheovenisbrokenagainHELP!WAAAAAAAAA!
He came home at 5:30pm and started right in taking apart the oven and troubleshooting. Kitchen more fully in chaos than I could deal with. Headache set in at the same time. So we headed out to dinner instead of trying to figure it out at home. All was good. Came home, I snuggled up with girls and good book and the three of us were snoring in dreamland soon after.
So today the replacement part has been acquired and house is being put back together. Ham is in the crockpot and beds are being made. We have company arriving tomorrow (YAY!) and we are totally ready (or will be soon) just without the homemade bread I had hoped to have done.
Life goes on.