Yup, I'm Weird

This morning while pouring my fresh, hot percolated coffee into my favorite mug, out popped, Good morning you stunning piece of ass you. And then I realized... it is.



Sadly, my fabulous vinty Wedgewood stove peeled and had to be replaced. My slumlords replaced it with the trailoriest of stoves. This little shit belongs in a triple slide, not my Jewliciouskitch.



Comments

Writeprocrastinator said…
I was fortunate enough to have two Wedgewoods in my life and with the proper maintenance, they can go on forever. We'll sit Shiva.
7:42 AM
Cup said…
Interesting. After my first sip o' joe, I often find myself saying, "Good morning, you stunning piece of ass, Jewgirl."
10:49 AM
Coaster Punchman said…
That's sad. Just last night my mom was reminding me that "things just don't work the way they used to any more." PG & I have a stove we bought in 1999 which is already on its last leg - isn't that pathetic?
5:05 AM
Amy Guth said…
Child, we have the same stove!
8:31 AM
Eric Riback said…
I didn't know what a Wedgewood stove was until I clicked on the picture. That's what I grew up with.
9:02 AM
Eebie said…
The old wedgewood was a beautiful piece of craftsmanship. Too bad.

I have a rent stablized apartment, I should blog on cleaning the oven when I moved in.
5:59 PM
Adam Deutsch said…
So does this new one have a broiler on the bottom, or is that thing just a drawer?
7:32 PM
Distributorcap said…
looks like my old crappy uneven heating stove.

now that i moved on up to downtown manhattan i have a fancy schmany stainless steel GE -- which brings good things to life and even heating
3:03 AM
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