Plug it in.

So, this morning...err...afternoon when the roommate and I woke up, it was promptly noted that our gas stove would not ignite. We could hear and smell the gas coming up, but it was just not lighting. This, my friends, does NOT help when trying get a kettle to boil water.


What did we do? Well, I'll tell you. I did nothing. BUT! My roommate confronted this problem head-on and called our landlord. (P.S. I love our landlord). About 5 minutes later, we received a knock on the door. Low and behold our trusty maintenance man, Marcelino, was at the door with a smiling face. It should be noted that he was just here yesterday to take a look at our garbage disposal. We welcomed him in like an old friend with a smile on our faces as we donned pajamas, zit cream - and were of course, braless. I mean, really. What do you do?


St. Marcelino took a quick look at our stove. Opened the top, searched around, tested the gas. All seemed to be fine. He then traced the cord to the socket. It wasn't plugged in.


Hmmm...yeah.


I guess having a goodbye party for friends and moving cords around for a crock-pot of queso is to blame for this...


And the "I'm a girl" flag proudly waves on.