Kjersti discovers something she can't do.

I like trying new things. Generally I have a there's-nothing-you-can't-do-if-you-put-your-mind-to-it attitude (unless we're talking of roller coasters and other things that are potentially deadly, there I have a very healthy stay-away policy). Fixing things? I'll give it a shot. So when dad said our wonky stove probably just needed to exchange the heat element (which has been done to it twice before), and that exchanging that means unscrewing two screws and pulling the element right out, Kjersti thought "sure, that shouldn't represent much of a problem".
To sum it up? I'm not fitted to be an oven repair woman. First clue? I didn't unplug the oven before trying. Second clue? The element didn't want to come out, and sparks flew everywhere (see first clue). Third clue? We're now completely stove-less, whereas earlier we still had the top to use, now we only have a gaping hole where the oven used to be. Luckily we just got a microwave oven dirt cheap, and can live off popcorn for the next couple of months until we can afford a new oven.
Bugger!

Oh, and I checked the norwegian equalent to craigslist, and found one there. Sent the person a message, and got this back. "Sorry, it's already sold, but I do have a sofa for sale."
Gee, thanks for the info, but what the heck do I need a sofa for? Set it on fire and throw a BBQ? *shuffles off to microwave some popcorn*