Well, 'tis the season. El Hubbo has hit the road for stock shows, and I am once again a stock show widow. It's the season I refer to as "Murphy" as his law kicks into high gear and kicks my tail on an almost daily basis. SUNDAY This year Murphy didn't even wait for El Hubbo to leave before slapping me around a bit. Being the devoted, kind-hearted wife that I am, I arose early last Sunday to fix my family a nice breakfast before we readied ourselves for church. I had a nice sausage and cheese pastry baking away. I turned the light on for the oven to check it's progress.....and it was progressing nicely. Looked ever so scrumptious. I reached to turn the light back off and it did not go off. I toggled the switch back and forth and .........nothing. Befuddled, but not yet panicked, I decided maybe the oven just needed a little time to decide to cooperate, and went about my business. (Time is the usual cure for unresponsive appliances, isn't it?)
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