Say, is that a stoat in the refrigerator, or…
Tomorrow I’m going to see something I haven’t seen in over a year: morning!
They’re delivering a new fridge some time between seven in the morning and seven in the evening (nice of them to narrow it down for us). I’m taking the morning shift.
Our old fridge died two days before Christmas. Not flat out died, mind you. It just started storing food at dangerously high temperatures. We’ve spent the last month asking ourselves, “is this the fatal duckliver paté?”
We always meant to get a larger fridge anyhow. The standard around here are those little bar-sized Euro-fridges. (My mother once called me up after watching some BBC comedy and asked me why the lady kept putting the milk in the dishwasher).
This isn’t exactly the honkin’ huge Body Cooler 3000 my folks have back in the States, but it’s substantially bigger than the old one. I think that’s the actual make and model there in the picture.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have mayonnaise to throw out.
January 18, 2010 — 5:33 pm
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