I had a great post planned for you.  Really, really good.  Amazing actually.  Well, maybe not that good, but it’s not like there’s any way you can call me on it.   At any rate, it all came to naught when the stove died.

After:

1.  One hour to figure out how it worked, AND

2.  10 minutes checking out what a replacement would cost, AND

3.  4 seconds deciding I didn’t want to pay that, AND

4.  Half an hour cleaning little gas burner holes with a  paperclip, AND

5.  A 1″ burn on my forearm which hurt 23.7% more because I couldn’t scream obscenities without waking up the troops, AND

6.  Half an hour testing everything over and over to make sure nothing would blow up…

THE STOVE WORKS AGAIN