Mazel Tov, Snow, Burns, Broken Ovens, and Alarms

Today, while waiting for the light rail, I noticed some interesting graffitti in the shelter: someone had scratched "mazel tov" into the plastic window. It made me laugh a little.

I was in the shelter because it's showing like mad out there right now. Which concerns me a little, since I baked the equivalent of 4 cakes yesterday (they are in the form of one two tiered cake and one sheet cake). Those cakes need to be driven to a party, and there better be at least 50 people there to eat them!

In the process of baking those cakes I was burned by a hot pan I was trying to hand to mom. And I was so focused on finishing the cakes that I didn't stop to run cold water on the burn.
Why was mom involved with the cake baking? Because my oven died. Right after I finished baking the first 10 inch layer (I thought it took a long time to bake). I guess I should have expected this - it was a "hot" oven by about 76 degrees, so obviously something was terribly wrong with it.

So now I get to shop for a new stove(we fixed this one once before - not again when a new one is only a bit more expensive than a repair bill). Hopefully I won't set off any alarms in Sears like I did this morning in the Skyways.

I tried to take a peek at what was in the window of the Nina Bliese Gallery, and suddenly the alarm is blaring. No one seemed to care, so it may still be squeeling away when I finish my reference shift.

Now all I have to do is successfully transfer a two tiered cake to Rosemount and decide what finish I want for a new stove. But that means I have to figure out what I want for countertops too . . . ack, so many decisions!