You remember, the brand spankin’ new stove we got yesterday. Well, turns out there’s a gas leak. We came back from dinner last night (traded dinner out last night for dinner in tonight), walked in the door and my husband announces that it smells like gas. Then as I walked into the kitchen to open the window, it was a bit over-powering.
We didn’t call the landlord since it was so late. We just opened a couple of windows and threw on some extra blankets. Granted, if it was as cold as it had been the week or so before, we’d have called because there’d be no way we could sleep with the windows open. But it really wasn’t so bad.
As soon as I woke up this morning I called. He’ll be down shortly to look it over. I also opened a few more windows since it’s going to be in the low 80’s and I woke up with a headache (not worried about it, I was fighting off migraine twinges all day yesterday and didn’t get around to taking anything).
Of course, I’m still happy as all get out about my new stove! I won’t let something like a silly little gas leak bring me down 😉