A Fridge Story … Part II

Have I talked about this fridge enough?  Because I’m frankly sick of it – regardless of if the blog-biosphere is yet or not.

The new fridge was delivered on Friday.  It was beautiful.  It was a beautiful, non-functioning fridge.  Saturday morning – after giving it the benefit of the doubt – Aaron called Lowes to complain.  The customer service rep recommended we unplug/replug the fridge and give it another 24-hours.

This morning …. still room temperature.  Another call to Lowes has yielded us a ‘temporary’ fridge that does in fact appear to work properly.  I am tempted to keep it forever except that its dented and not the fridge that we ordered.  Our real, newly replaced new fridge is expected to arrive on Wednesday.

So in the course of a week, we’ll have 4 different fridges in our house (the old fridge, the new-non-working fridge, the temporary fridge, and hopefully a perfectly beautiful working fridge).  All of this is fairly unimportant since we no longer have food to put in it.  Most of our food has gone bad and I refuse to buy anymore until we can guarantee it a safe home.  So…. next stop:  Taco Bell!!

Death of a Fridge

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?