Like most things I set my mind to, the decision to put off buying a stove is putting a huge cramp in my lifestyle. But on the flip side, as it usually happens when my lifestyle is cramped, I have adapted with only minor discomfort, and a good story. In fact, it's amazingly easy to live with only a microwave and fridge, as long as you are willing to eat out a lot.
For example: 2 large pizzas from the place down the street cost me $24 including tip. These pies will last me at least 4 dinners, and I do have a fridge and microwave in order to make them palatable.

If I want to eat better, I splurge on sushi, or a dinner or soup/sandwich combo from The Main Dish.

All of these places are either attached to, across the street from, or within a 5 minute walk from, my condo. It's awesome.
I understand that some people live by microwave and fridge alone, and I intend to investigate this phenomenon the next time I visit my grocer's freezer aisle. I am very interested in a specific brand known as Hungry Man, that focuses on the weight of their dinners, rather than the taste.
I have several pounds of Alberta beef in my freezer, waiting for my barbecue to be delivered, but after I put it together and connected it to the gas, the burners acted... well, funny.
I'm going to take a video and put it on here soon so you can see what I'm talking about. And so I can blackmail the repair company until they hurry up and fix it.

Meanwhile, I use my microwave so much that I've actually appreciated its feature to turn off the beeping noise. BEEP... BEEP... BEEEEEEEEEEP.

Today I decided to see just how tall I actually am. I have been saying six-foot-two since grade 11, and in university the varsity volleyball team program listed me at six-foot-three.
So today I stood against a wall, like a 4-year-old, pushed down my hair, and made a pencil mark on the new paint. Then I measured it with my borrowed tape measure.

Six feet, one half inch. Not even six-one. Now, it's not like I suddenly look shorter than I was yesterday. And I know the shorter crowd among you has no pity for me. But it's never good to suddenly lose an inch and a half.
And "six-two" just sounds better than "six feet and, uh... one-half inch."

What's the best way to present this? Do I round up to six-one (which still sounds OK)? Do I err conservatively and say a flat six feet?

Do I buy a new tape measure?