We’ve been in the new house nearly a month. 

I like my new house.  I don’t love it yet.  I love what I see that it will become, but no love for the current state of it. 

In fact, at the risk of sounding ungrateful, there are things about my new house that I do not like at all.  I am glad that we have a house, happy that we aren’t paying rent and very thankful we are not transients anymore.  But why is this house the way that it is?  I hate so much about the things that this house chooses to be…

I have a hatred,  A HATRED, I tell you for the oven.    The oven is at least 13 years old, and has taken on quite the teenage attitude– it burns everything it touches.  It has a sort of obnoxious dial for adjusting the temperature:

Crappy Design!

See how there is only a mark for 350, 450 etc.?  And only a mark in between for the temperatures ending in 00?  What about 325?  375?  And it’s not like you can really tell which temp you are on even if you are going for one with a mark.  There are about three postions that could all be 350, or at least the oven wants you to believe it’s 350– the 350 mark (as I am discovering) probably really means 400 or more. 

Curse you Whirpool!  Curse your poor design skills!   Curse your inability to make appliances that hold up over time!  Take your oven back to the fires of Mordor where it was formed! You must pay for what your Satanic teenager has done to my bread! 

WAAAAA!!!!

The flatness, yes, my fault.  But THE BURNING!!!!!  It tastes okay, I guess.  A little burny. 

The oven officially sucks.