A Honey-Do Project Gone Wrong
Saturday, June 10, 1995. 4:00am.
@#%!!*!! The timer on my stove jolted me out of a dead sleep! We had just arrived home from our honeymoon the day before. And now, on our first morning together in our 635 square foot economy apartment, we were awakened by that wicked stove timer!
I had been having trouble with it anyway. Some days I would arrive home from work with the buzzer going off; sometimes it would interrupt a tv show. Not every day, but just when it felt like buzzing. I did not appreciate its timing this morning.
So, I calmly (or maybe not so calmly) picked up the decorative bacon press on the stove and hit the buzzer. Now it was permanently lodged in place, still blaring! Next solution: wiggle the stove out from its home and unplug it.
All of this led to my first honey-do project. After disassembling the stove facing, I concluded that the only solution was to disconnect the clock.
Somehow though, between plugging and unplugging and testing to make sure this would work, my young bride of one week found herself holding two wires as I plugged the stove back in. BOOOOM!!!!!
Something popped; she did the electric vibration dance; and smoke filled the air around us!
Ooops. I almost electrocuted my wife on our first Saturday morning together.
She soon forgave me and we have enjoyed a harmonious marriage since. But, she has never offered to help me with projects again.
Worth Repeating
Forgiveness is God’s invention for coming to terms with a world in which, despite their best intentions, people are unfair to each other and hurt each other deeply.
-Lewis Smedes, Forgive and Forget
