Can she fix it? Yes she can!

I fixed the oven!
I fixed the oven!

I caved and decided instead of spending money I don't actually have on a new stove, I would get a replacement element for the damn thing. So today, my go to guy and me went and got the part!

When I got home, I got the oven pulled out from where it sits and unplugged so I don't electrocute myself to crisp. I then had to crawl half way into the oven, without leaning on the oven door, so I didn't break it off the hinges, and try to unscrew these tiny hex screws on the metal plate that attaches it to the oven wall. (holy run on sentence batman).

Get those two screws out. Pull the entire element out. It is still attached. Crap.

Two more screws later, and I am now trying to get the new element screwed back in place. Still not leaning on the oven door, although that would have made it much easier.

It takes me a good twenty minutes to get them screwed in correctly. This would be twenty minutes of me swearing in my head like a sailor with tourettes. (no offense to those who are sailors, or who have tourettes, or to those few who fall into both categories.)
This would be twenty minutes of me trying not to get black oven muck on my shirt. Twenty minutes of me trying to contort my friggin body into ways it was never meant to be contorted.
Twenty minutes of my forearms aching, burning because they are not meant to have to do this twisting, thing that is required in order to get the screws into the stove.

But I get it in.
I turn it on.
Ahhhhh, the sweet smell of new element burn off! It is the smell of victory!

So tonight I can bake again, with a full working oven.

Biscuits here I come!!!