I had been carefully pondering this for a while, not really sure about what carefully chosen item would wind up under my tree with enough cajoling and hinting to Santa. Two years ago my efforts paid off and I finally got my diamond earrings. I only had to work at getting those for 7 years. It also was in my favor that I went for that tubal after Jeffrey was born, forever barring me from experiencing pregnancy again. Not that his being the 4th boy would have been enough, but I could even be careless and still be guaranteed of getting my period the following month. Putting my childbearing years behind me earned me my beautiful Mother's Ring last Christmas. So what item could top those this year? I'm not really a big jewelry person and alternating what I wear. I wear the diamonds and wear the ring and neither come off. Well, okay, the diamonds have been tucked away for nearly 6 months now, but only because I lost my back up backing for it and haven't gotten around to getting a new one that I would feel secure about wearing that would keep the earring in my lobe and not experience the horror of finding it missing one day.
I thought about the iPod nana. But I'd barely have time to enjoy it and my kids would probably scoff it up anyway. Then I thought about the Dyson. But who wants an appliance for Christmas? Well, I guess I do. And I may just be getting it.
I was checking my e-mail when Christopher and Joey came running into the living room. "Mommy, come quick! We think the stove is breaking!"
Um, yeah. Okay. The stove is breaking. I did have a pot of water boiling and I knew it wasn't overflowing because I had just turned it on and the burner wasn't on high. So I didn't exactly rush into the kitchen like it was an emergency. So they repeated themselves and I finally pulled myself away from the computer to go see what was going on. And sure enough, the oven door was crackling. I immediately shut the stove off, not sure if that was part of the problem, and opened the oven door. Well, the glass was done crackling by then so gravity let it fall out onto the kitchen floor. Great stuff, that tempered glass. Inside, the insulation was exposed and kind of hanging out, so I took that out and proceeded to clean up the glass.
Christopher said that Joey said that Jeffrey threw a marble at the door. I doubt his strength actually broke the glass, but it was probably just a matter of time and that was the straw that broke it, so to speak. I secretly gloated over the fact that maybe now I could finally get a new stove, because while this one worked, it was at least 20 years old and outdated.
Greg came home and checked it out. "Honey, we can still use this stove."
Great. And I'm sure our Thanksgiving turkey won't mind cooking in it, either. I was hoping the glass breaking would warrant the need for an immediate replacement, especially for next week's big meal. Did you hear that balloon pop? Yeah, that was the balloon I was holding that I planned to trade in for a new shiny stove.
Which means I'll have to continue to use this now uglier outdated stove and rethink about a different item Santa should put under the tree this year.
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