My husband, the hero...

I apologize to anyone who's come over to my house and said, "Do you smell gas??" My range/oven is natural gas and that thing has leaked forever. It's a very small leak in the back and I usually would only notice on hot afternoons. So we've tried a number of things to get it fixed. When I first noticed, the house was still under warrenty and the home builder sent a gas plumber over to fix it. After a while, the gas leak returned. By then, the warrenty had lapsed and Merril thought he could fix it by replacing a hose. That didn't work either. So I called the gas company to help diagnose the problem, thinking it was a valve in the bottom of the oven. (By the way, if you have a gas leak, they send out a technician for free to help track it down! Groovy, eh??) The guy said it wasn't the valve but it was still leaking by the hose connections. So I go and buy another hose and Merril puts it on again. Still no luck. (Keep in mind these events take place over the course of a few years.) Merril, not to be dismayed by something he can't fix, tells me he's going to the hardware store to get another new hose and all new fittings. The end result?? I can finally walk around in my kitchen without a whiff of that rotten eggs/natural gas smell!! Merril said, "Well that only took 3 years." Thanks babe!!