I now officially hate my smoke detector. Or at the very least, I don't understand its functioning. Yes, my apartment was smokey- I was taking cookies out of the oven. But I don't know how the heck to shut it off once I know that yes, indeed, there is smoke. So I openned all the windows, and that didn't help right away, so I stood on a stool and held my hand over the thing to muffle it so it wouldn't bother the neighbors (or me) quite so much. So now my back is sort of creatively sore (that shouldn't last for too long, I hope), and I feel mildly idiotic. And it was really annoying. And my oven is evil- I can't tell what temperature it is, ever, and it almost always manages to burn things. So my muffins are a bit blackened on top. And my cookies are slightly burnt on the bottom. It's all still qutie eatible, but it Looks funny. Grrrrr.
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Heck, one of my Grads had an oven dial without any numbers. I determined where 400 was and took a knife to the thing to mark where it was. Worked like a charm.
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(or just do the battery thing.)
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