This weekend’s “Remove the old stove and install the new stove” project had turned into “Cut three holes in the drywall to aid and assist in the installation and wiring of a new outlet for the hood/microwave combo we don’t have yet because there is a nice, handy open space where the old stove used to be, and rewire the under-cabinet lights while we’re at it” project.
The vintage 70s model double oven is sitting outside by the deck, waiting for us to lug it to the curb on trash day, and the new “I can’t believe we got this so cheap off of Craig’s List, and I love it when people remodel their kitchens and we can take advantage of their ‘old’ things” stove is sitting in the garage. (I mean, compared to the stove that came original with the house, an oven from 2004 is hardly “old!”) I’ll miss the upper oven of the old stove, because it was up where a microwave/hood is on modern appliances. That made it out of the way of little people and at eye-level (no bending required). But, I won’t miss the “I don’t really know what temperature it’s going to be today” feature.
The removal of the old oven went smoother than anticipated. Cleaning out the 30+ years of gunk behind the stove wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be. But, we hadn’t accounted for the extra little projects to do before installing the new one.
Somehow I’m supposed to believe that this “little project” doesn’t count as a “kitchen project.” My hubby had promised that we’d take a break and not work on the kitchen. Yet. Uh huh. For some reason, I have a feeling I’ll be lucky if he doesn’t re-tile the floor when I’m not looking. 
“I really hope these lights work once we get them all reconnected,” I said, as I was holding them up while my hubby fiddled with the wires under the cabinet.
“I know what I’m doing. I did these last time. This rewire job should be easy,” my hubby said, intently working on the wires.
“Oh, I’m not doubting your abilities. You do awesome work…it’s just that Murphy stopped by earlier and left some paperwork for you,” I joked.
“Oh, that…” my hubby said with a smile. “Those papers were probably just recap-reports of what happened yesterday.”
“Ha! I wish you’d stop asking him to help with these projects.”
“I don’t ask him. He just shows up.”
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