“I hate my electric stove.”
ME, TOO!
I hate my electric stove.
I hate my electric stove.
I hate my electric stove.
I hate my electric stove.
I hate my electric stove.
I hate my electric stove.
Hubby promised a gas range when we HAD to move to this s**tbox house. It never happened; it never will happen.
What is...is...
Saves me a lot of hostile feelings which keeps me calm.