New oven!

Sometimes it doesn't take much to get the excite-o-meter going. Tomorrow we are getting a new oven. This is big news in a couple of ways: One, that we can actually cook in an oven again; and two, that when we have company over, and two items are ostensibly baking, one of us doesn't cuss because it's not really working. We will actually be able to do things again like preheat and bake and have a timer and enjoy hot foods from which you don't risk salmonella.
Our current (dead) oven is about as old as I am, Mr. Owen told me. (He's lived in the house longer.) Two Saturdays ago, we were having company and started to preheat it to 350. On the menu: pork tenderloin and baked cheese grits, a household tradition. The oven took about 10 minutes to get to 150. I started to freak out, envisioning pizza in our future. Thankfully our friends were a little late, and we ate a little late, and the food was cooked and fine.
But. It was the Last Supper.
Tomorrow, a new day dawns.

A Dead Oven Haiku:
Oven, you were nice.
While it lasted, you were fine.
But now, you get replaced.