Our oven has been in this house since it was built. It doesn’t heat well, a couple of the burners are askew, and the door doesn’t close properly. We’ve been talking about replacing it for a while now, but one of us (ahem) keeps putting it off.
Today mi esposo said, “We need to resolve this problem with the oven. Come with me and we’ll go look at ovens and decide which one we want.”
I immediately entered Whine Mode. “I don’t wanna. I hate shopping.”
“It’s not that bad.”
“We’ll have to go to a whole bunch of different stores.”
“At least three or four, yes.”
“But I really hate shopping.”
“But you’ll do it anyway, because you love me,” he said brightly.
Guess what I’ve been doing all day? They deliver the thing next weekend.