Packrat Poppers

It is sometimes a good--a really good--thing to have a packrat husband.
The other day I put dinner in the oven to bake and a half an hour later I couldn't remember the oven beeping to indicate that the desired temperature had been achieved. I opened the oven and only the top element was working. I touched the lower element--don't try this at home--and it was cold. I jiggled it a bit and saw that it was broken in the back.
I had a bit of a panic.
Having a broken oven a week before a ton of people come for Easter dinner is not a good thing.
I called John to come and take a look at it and he said he would be able to fix it --"I might have one of those in the garage."
Oh come on now.
Sure enough, he came in with one in hand. I now have an oven that works, and a husband who was happy to hear "I guess keeping everything is not such a bad thing" come out of my mouth.