I can hear the fridge slowly dying in the kitchen. The motor sounds like a diesel engine – and since it’s no longer efficient at keeping things cool, it runs all the time. Several nights ago, Aaron hopped out of bed to shift it – secretly hoping the midnight dance would magically fix things. It didn’t.
Last night we drove to Lowes to investigate replacement options. I thought Elayna would have a great time exploring the appliances but she was not the least bit interested in what we were actually at the store to shop for. First, she had to grumpily complain because we didn’t get a shopping cart that looked like a race car. Then she tried every piece of outdoor furniture. And THEN she played with two demo toilets, gleefully saying ‘Potty – ehhhhh!!’ every time she looked in one (over and over about a million times).
We ended up buying a fridge just to help the poor salesman who had to explain their features twice – once to me and again to Aaron after we traded parenting duties.
About 5 minutes ago I received the confirmation call from Lowes about our delivery. Next Friday. That’s right – 8 more days of the poor complaining fridge. <Sigh>
Isn’t it pretty though?
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