“The whole universe depends on everything fitting together just right. If one piece busts, even the smallest piece… the whole universe will get busted.” – Beasts of the Southern Wild
Our oven got busted. The smallest piece, the pin for the oven timer snapped off rendering the whole oven useless.
Our landlord has been and gone, taking the timer with him so we have a hole where it used to be. Hopefully it is an easy and quick fix.
Our stove works fine so I’m not relying on raw or microwave meals. Just no roasting or baking for a while. At least this isn’t a baking blog!
Stovetop pavlova and cheesecake anyone?
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The tiny latch that holds my dryer door shut.
Tiny piece.
Bastard piece.
Gah! Does that mean your dryer no longer works?
Isn’t that always the case? A little plastic dohicky snapped in half and now one of my windows won’t stay open. I’m using a board to prop it up because I am too lazy to call the landlord. Why is it always the smallest thing?
And yes, good thing this is not a baking blog 🙂
Damn those tiny dohickies! A tiny plasticky dohicky thing broke in our shower around May last year. Notified the landlord immediately who came and took a look but never did anything about it. The shower still works, it’s just MacGuyvered into place with a rubber wrist band. Whoever has the the world’s supply of dohicky’s must be holding them to ransom.
I would really like to see you try. Our balcony light is busted. Our smoke alarm is busted. Aaaaand the cornice in the bathroom is starting to droop. Oh bother.