Are you kidding me?

We are having a lovely time.  Viewing amazing sights, such as this:

Sedona Petroglyph (ca. 950 ce)

And this:

Wupatki Ruins (ca. 1150 ce)

And this:

Grand Canyon (ca. 6,000,000 bce)

And then, as we are on the road from the Grand Canyon yesterday, I get the following text message from my house-sitter, who is a saint:

"Hey, just wanted to let you know that the Sears guy came and repaired the [range], but he said that your power cord was fried, so he couldn't actually plug it in to test if it works.  He said they don't do power cords."

This may make more sense after reading this.  And this.


Are.  You.  Fucking.  Kidding.  Me.