Brace Yourselves For The Awesomeness:

I know.

I walked in, saw it,  fainted, revived, fainted again, and tried to fuse myself to it so I wouldn't have to leave.

Unfortunately, it lives in my friend Cindy's kitchen, and I have two rather loud kids who are never NOT by my side.

She'd notice us.

You should see the rest of her house.

If I ever run away, you should totally look there first.

(Remember that stove I told you about in Mrs. W's house? The one that lived next door to us when I was a kid? Totally looked like this, except it was gas. Are you feeling the love??)