It’s so hard to grasp that 1966 was 60 years ago.
I was seven years old when Ray Conniff released the song that has lyrics true to this day.
Happiness truly is “different things to different people”, as the iconic and familiar lyrics state.
When we sold our condo and started renting a condo from a friend, I was dismayed that the oven in our rental was completely unpredictable in terms of temperature and sometimes was so far out, that I couldn’t risk using it. I was especially distressed because my fussy French macarons need predictable and accurate oven temps.
Despite how much I insisted, hubs was against letting our friend/landlord know. He didn’t want us to be “those” tenants.
Finally, last week, I decided to risk hubs’ ire for a day or two and called our landlord. I worded it that I thought he’d want to know because every year, things get more expensive to replace. He agreed 100% and said that from here on in, if anything at all stops working properly, he wants to know immediately.
My new stove (feature photo) arrived the day before yesterday and everything works perfectly.
After I made his fave oven-prepared dish for dinner, hubs was ok with the situation, and decided that maybe we need a new fridge too 🤦♀️.
Radically Retired 