Only one. Don’t kid yourself.
It’s just that I had a bit of a fridge parade last weekend. And I really got to know the delivery guys.
Here’s the condensed version of my fridge drama:
Fridge #1: Died during a stove repair. Yes. A stove repair. This sort of thing only happens at my house.
Fridge #2: Arrived at my house in a delivery truck. Fridge #2 didn’t even make it in the door because the part needed to switch the door from the left side to the right side was broken.
Fridge #3: Made it inside the house! [clap! clap!] HOWEVER, the freezer door didn’t seal properly and the fan sounded loud. And angry. Clearly the fridge couldn’t stay. I didn’t even put magnets on it.
Fridge #3 made me angry. I swore at it. It probably swore back, but I couldn’t hear its unkind words over its extremely loud fan.
Fridge #4: The delivery people came back to my house…for the THIRD time in four days. They delivered this new friend:
And it stuck around long enough to get magnet-ed! Yes! Fridge #4 has been in my kitchen for almost one week, and it’s still working.
The best news: I didn’t food poison myself (or Meredith) with my questionable refrigeration practices while I was “in between” fridges. Dairy isn’t as finicky as some may lead you to believe.
I also disposed of my dying bamboo.
The kitchen feng shui is already improving…maybe.