Stove's been working perfectly ever since DH fixed it right before Thanksgiving. I decided I want a turkey dinner for my birthday and the bird is all defrosted, all the fixings are in the frig and .... the dang stove died! Sufferin' Succotash! I swear it's a PLOT! If I had decided I wanted to go riding for my birthday, my horse would have gone lame. If I wanted to go out somewhere, the truck would have died. What is it about MY birthday?!? Every freakin' year something like this happens!!!
Rusty

Rusty