We have a new stove. Here is Mr. Sophanne with it. After I took this picture he complained that he "wasn't ready and didn't get to pose."
Now he's ready.
There is about 4" of snow outside. The steep driveway was covered. The old stove wasn't out of it's space yet. The delivery guys said they were coming between 9:30-11:30. At 7:30 Mr. Sophanne began spazzing about the fact that we needed to hurry. I refused to spazz and tried to get another 1/2 hour of sleepy time. Before I could I said to him "quit making yourself crazy. It will all work out." He said, "Your being relaxed is what's making me crazy." If that's the worst thing I'm accused of, I'm o.k. with it.
Then the delivery guys arrived early and we didn't have everything shoveled and the stove was delivered anyway.
I think I may have to label this post nyah nyah nyahnyah boo boo.
He was wise enough not to argue with me when I said we were getting rid of the pots and pans from our single days (most of the bottoms scraped and/or burned) and buying a new good set.