Do you remember back in May--HERE in fact--we bought a new refrigerator? If not, maybe this will jog your memory:
Lovely, isn't it? Well, here it is, less than six months later, and the new fridge has gone out. On Friday night, actually. Why is it that stuff stops working right at the beginning of the weekend? Last weekend it was the main water line, and this weekend it's the refrigerator.
Of course, the repair guy won't come until tomorrow (Monday). We've been told that under our warranty, we can claim food losses up to $250, which doesn't seem too bad until you start thinking about how much all the condiments, salad dressings, and sauces cost to replace, not to mention all the vegetables, milk, cheese, and other perishables. We've taken photos to document the food in the fridge and Hubby went out to buy a styrofoam cooler so we could try to save a few things.
It could be worse. At least I didn't have to cook much over the weekend. And we gave some of our perishables to Soccer Son--I'm sure he and his lovely wife-to-be-someday can put the food to good use. But darn it! I'm really looking forward to life becoming a little more peaceful and predictable. I wonder when it will start?