The Puddles

My new double oven arrived from Sears today.  It is pretty.  The nice gentlemen from Sears brought it into my garage and we examined the oven together to make sure that it was the right one and that the stainless steel wasn’t scratched.  After the nice gentlemen left, I thought to myself “I wonder what the inside of the oven looks like.”  Then it all went downhill from there.

You see, I purchased the oven the night before Ben went into the hospital.  I had thought that our current avocado green oven had died (which is, by the way, another hilarious story of stupidity on my part)  and that I needed an oven by Christmas.  I was under a lot of pressure from outside sources to hurry up and get a new one ordered.  So on a whim (even though I had done a ton of research), I stopped at the Sears store an ordered an oven.  There are not any floor models of the size that I was looking for (24″ double oven), so I purchased the item via a book along with my great salesperson.  I made sure that the oven would fit in our cabinet.  I measured and remeasured.  So when I bought the oven, I looked at the cutout dimensions and all of the other dimensions but . . . I never paid attention to the inside depth dimensions.

In other words, half of my pans and ALL of my cookie sheets DO NOT FIT inside the new oven.  The experience of finding this out left me stunned but not speechless for I taught Ben a new word today . . . “son of b—“-.  I quickly informed him that Mommy was wrong and don’t ever say that word.  I was mad.  Chris would tell you that that is an understatement.  I wanted this oven project to be finished.  But now I have to deal with the bad oven.

So . . .

1.  Returning a 200 lb. oven is not easy.   2.  There is going to be a lot of paperwork involved.  And most importantly . . .  3.  Don’t assume that your new oven is going to have the same measurements as your 30+ year old oven.