Death of a Good Thing-a-ma-jig

Yesterday was a day of renovation and realization. Yesterday:

*I continued paint-rolling my way along the "paint every room in the house" gig

*Matt transported the shower into the bathtub and started replacing faucets as a first step into tearing apart/ remodeling the bathroom. (that's right, I married me one of those "Manly-men." The kind that can FIX things, think nothing of the calloused condition of their hands and know their way around a car engine--which is a good thing because I can't even change a flat.)

*I calculated costs for dry wall & tile do-it-ones self-style decor.

*Matt slapped some things on Craigslist to help finance that calculation...

* I broke the stove...

OH WAIT..that's was part of the "realization list."

That was when I realized that having an emergency fund is an exceptionally awesome thing; but having a man who knows his way around a car engine AND knows his way around a stove/oven (or what I've recently been taught is actually called a "range." Ok, sure. But who really calls it a range? I mean really. Like really-really. My point exactly.) is an even better thing.


Turns out, I am in possession of both:) Kudos. Two hours later, I had a working stove/oven thing-a-ma-jig. Albeit, only three burners attain heat enough to defrost a mildly frozen halibut... still, who uses 4 burners for dinner anyway? Who wants to? That implies a certain number of dirty dishes I don't even want to think about in my lacking-anything-remotely-akin-to-a-dishwasher state.

We're heading to the new-to-us store in a few days on a search for a new (ish) thing-a-ma-jig to replace our handicapped appliance. Dave Ramsey would be so proud! What I want to know is...does it count against you to pay the pizza boy with emergency fund money if it's an EMERGENCY? Say, if you're range exploded itsself in a frizzle of sparks and popping sounds? (we didn't actually have to do that, we had pizza $...I'm just sayin' IF that were to happen THEN what??)

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