This morning I was going through my emails and I clicked on the newest one from Pretty Handy Girl. Do you read her blog? I love it, she is amazing. Right now she is saving a house that she calls Etta. You should follow along, it’s pretty cool.
Anyway, her blog post was about replacing your grill’s igniter button. And my brain just stutter-stopped. You know those moments when your brain flashes 38 different instances in front of your eyes in 0.4 seconds? That’s what happened.
The flashes were of me or Denton (mostly Denton because I sort of like my eyebrows, some days) over the last four or five years lighting our gas grill with a twisted up piece of paper towel that’s on fire – me – or lit matches – Denton – to light our grill.
I had somehow blocked out the reasoning behind this curious thing we’ve been doing for years. And it’s because our igniter button no longer works. Huh. How do you forget the reason behind something you do at least twice a week, for years? Or maybe it isn’t that we forgot, but it’s just something that we’ve grown so used to doing and it’s not irritating enough to us yet that we would do something about it.
Possibly, I could have had the thought cross my thrifty brain that the cost of a new igniter would be upwards of what I paid for the thing five years ago at a yard sale – ergo – it would be cost prohibitive to replace. It’s a very nice gas grill, but I’m not willing to sink money into a button that would save me 16 seconds twice a week, if it’s going to cost more than I paid for the grill itself.
Do you face these dilemma’s on a daily basis too? I’m going to go set out my vitamins next to my stove, because it’s the first thing I see in the mornings, so I’ll be sure to take them. And possibly take a nap. Good luck with your igniter button.