killing more braincells

Stopped by Big Lots as we’re apt to do once in a blue moon. It’s the island of misfit toys for consumer products ranging from food to auto accessories. It’s usually discontinued / failed stuff or never-heard-before products from Canada.

We inevitably wind up filling a basket and spending less than thirty bucks.

They had oven-cleaner for a buck a can. I couldn’t resist. Which brings me to the point of this.

I’d never cleaned an oven before.

Sure – I have clear memories of my mother’s behind sticking out of the oven and hearing swears emanating from the appliance.

When I lived in an apartment – well.. I just didn’t care… And our first home’s oven was a hand-me-down old deluxe model with “self-cleaning”…

The new range Kevin’s mom gifted us has no such luxury feature. Fine actually since I think the trade off for having a large griddle is worth it….. or is it.

I spent the early evening with my ass hanging out of the oven, and swears emanating from the appliance.

Kevin heard the ruckus and between the #@$@$@#$ and the #^%#$&$%! he heard “I’m soooo not blogging about this” – (then he took a picture).