The general idea is that this little bug sneezed,
which blew off a seed
which hit a worm on top of the head
which made him mad and he kicked a tree
and basically set off a series of events that ended up with Farmer Brown,
a bucket stuck on his head,
marching in a parade in his long underwear.
Things just escalated quickly.
You may remember me mentioning that our refrigerator died last winter.
Completely and without question.
Dead.
We lived out of a cooler for about a week. |
So Monte and I rushed and researched and picked out a new one.
We measured and measured and even had the neighbor
come over and measure again so we’d know exactly
what size refrigerator to purchase.
We like to shop at this place that is known for discounts on discontinued models and scratch and dents.
We decided on a fridge that has the freezer on the bottom that pulls out like a drawer and has two doors that open on top.
It’s awesome!
And thanks to the dent in the side,
it was in our price range.
The fridge slid into the cabinet space beautifully.
Monte didn’t think to open both of the refrigerator doors. He just kinda peeked in one and went back to work.
When I got home I realized that I couldn’t open the right door all the way.
Not even close to all the way.
This is me pushing the door all the way against the wall with my knee for the sake of this photo. |
Something about the size of the hinges on top of the door
and the proximity of our fridge to the wall .
I couldn’t even put the shelves in the right-hand side of the door because when it is semi-not-really-open the double-wide meat/cheese drawer (which is AWESOME) wouldn’t open.
So we had an incredible new huge fridge that we could only use half of because we couldn’t quite reach things on the right-hand side even if we stretched.
And if we could shove something over there--it froze.
Like my hummus.
And the eggs.
And my grapefruit Perrier.
Which was weird.
But not as weird as cracking open a frozen egg
and watching that frozen mess plop into the bowl.
Especially since Monte had already signed off
that everything was A-OK at delivery.
During what was supposed to be a meeting with a guy to make the switch,
because things escalated quickly.
We ended up getting plans drawn for an addition to the back of our house.
Actually, the plans included a 2-story addition
but we opted not to pull a complete Farmer Brown
and find ourselves in a parade,
in our long underwear ,
I.E. Not be able to afford to put food in the fridge
that we hope to soon be able to use fully
as the manufacturer intended.
But we agreed to the first floor addition.
All because our fridge died.
A new blog yee! Love it. Ker choo!
ReplyDeleteI know how those "well, let's just move this here..." can snowball. Truthfully I like to push the snowball along but my husband, not so much : ) Happy new addition to come - what a blessing! I can selfishly only hope that you do end up in a parade in long underwear with a bucket on your head during the construction and blog about it. Okay, not really, I hope things go smoothly. But, in the event that something DOES lead to that parade know that I will be here faithfully reading all about it...and I will try not to laugh.
ReplyDeleteWow....I may have to try this!! Adding onto the house for an ill-fitting refrigerator! Love this, Karmen!
ReplyDeleteWow! What a story teller you are, Karmen!! This is Ellie's Spanish teacher, Becky Searls. I found you through the @JonesServeLearn twitter feed and couldn't be more entertained. I just clicked through and read the post about Iggy the Piggy! You have a gift for incredibly engaging storytelling!! :) Say hi to Ellie for me!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great post! I just found you through the @JonesServeLearn Twitter Feed, Karmen - this is Ellie's Spanish teacher at JMS, Becky Searls. Great story telling :) Keep it up! Say hi to Ellie for me :)
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