you know that feeling when you start praying,
but you know that He's not going to answer it?
yesterday both nick and i were having a horrible day.
i'm not used to working 9 hours shifts {hello tuesdays and thursdays}
and everything just seemed to go wrong for him.
we're currently trying to install a new oven because the other one was a Jenn Air
from, like, the '80s.
i like to consider myself "retro," but when it takes 30 minutes to boil water,
"retro" seems less and less desirable.
anyways,
for the new oven we need a new cord,
so nick, without the oven even plugged in at all,
was trying to see if the cord he bought would fit
and in so doing he flipped the breaker to the whole apartment.
oh, Pat's {our landlord of sorts} and Oko's {our people upstairs} apartments were just fine.
ours was.... not.
nick thought he'd blinded himself because everything went pitch black-- i'm just happy he didn't blow himself up.
when i got home,
{oh, when he picked me up we realized that we couldn't make what we had originally planned for dinner because, hello, no oven, so we went to carl's jr where the lady in the drive thru stole his debit card, literally. we went to get it back and she was a nasty woman-- let's not talk about it.}
i said a quick little prayer for everything to start working.
again, i knew it wouldn't be answered. i just had this feeling.
however, we did everything we could to get the breaker back on,
--no luck.
so we ate our carl's jr by candel light {romantic, right?} and made hand shadows on the wall with our baby flashlight,
and sometime in the morning the electrician showed up and fixed everything.
turns out the breaker to our apartment was outside, not inside like all the others {although we searched the whole exterior of the house for another breaker} and the reason the breaker flipped is because we were trying to plug an oven cord into a dryer outlet. huh? thanks, stupid Jenn Air.
& we're just awesome like that.
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