Okay, I broke the stove, our first day in the house. There, I said it. I was trying to clean it out for all of you. Yes, you! because believe me, it was disgusting inside. Dog hair in the stove, I kid you not. So I sprayed it down with Easy Off, to the point I had to step outside to clear the chemicals from my brain. I pulled the "magic oven door lock lever thingie" to the right, set up the self-cleaner and left it alone for 3 hours. Then, when the buzzer went off, in my haste to wipe it out, thinking it would wipe clean easier while it was still warm, I pulled that magic lever back to the left. And well, it wouldn't budge. So I pulled harder. Stacie's mom Yvonne always says, "ya just need a little elbow grease." Well Yvonne, too much elbow grease and that lever snapped right off! Hence, the picture...of the oven door lock...detached from the stove...and the oven door is still locked.
Fast forward: New stove being delivered next week! My plan all along? You decide.
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