My Dreamy Repairman Hero

Sunday afternoon, I wanted to bake a cake.  Some of you may know that I absolutely adore baking. For those of you who didn't, guess what?! I love to bake!

I mixed everything up, and it was all set to go. Then I ran out of time. We had to go pick up the two kids from the in laws.

So I covered it and stuck it in the fridge.  When we finally got home, after ear piercing hours of being in the van together, finally the kids were in bed. I turned on the oven and waited for it to preheat.  And then I waited some more... and some more.. and some more.

Shit. The oven was dead.

Tried the burners and they worked.  Off I went to search on Dr Google.

With a process of elimination and my master google search skills, I figured that it was most likely the igniter that was dead.

Of course at some point before figuring out that it was most likely the igniter, I did curse and swear, mostly direct at my husband in frustration, begging him to freaking fix the damn thing. He asks do I really want him to do that? He's got a good point.

So I send off an email to the landlord, and get met with a reply that basically says, hahaha, you suck. Pay for it yourself.
Back to google I go (where I live it's illegal for a landlord to try and pull this stunt) and I send off a great witty reply and he agrees to pay for the repair.

I found a repairman and set up the visit. Don't worry, they called the landlord and got his credit card number first!

So this afternoon, Steve, came over to fix the oven.

I have to say, I sincerely appreciate that Steve knows how to buy pants that fit, also that he wears a belt. I mean, it's a cute butt and all. Butt cracks just aren't that appealing to me though.

Dr Google treated me well. It was indeed the igniter. Thankfully, Steve brought one with him, and replaced it in what I can only assume is record time. I'm pretty sure between having all four kids home, crowding him out and watching him work his magic and the dog growling when he first knocked on the door enticed him to get the work done, and get the hell out of here.

Within no time at all. Voila. A repaired oven, and I can now bake my cake. Yum. (uh, yum to both Steve and the cake).

PS, Anyone have suggestions on how I can break it so I can have another visit from Steve?

PS, I know this blog post isn't exciting. Forgive me. I just really wanted to share the pictures I was able to score of this guy with the rest of you! (Don't hate, you know he's cute!)