The new refrigerator is on order. Theoretically it will be delivered on Friday, so all we have to do is cross our fingers that the old Amana doesn't lose the last few degrees in the next four days. We opted for a Samsung refrigerator over the Kenmore or Frigidaire we'd been looking at, as it was the largest (27.0 cu. ft.) side-by-side fridge we'd come across. The Amana it replaces is only a 22 cu. ft. capacity, so we're hoping to be able to lose the auxiliary back-up fridge (Mrs. G.'s old college cube fridge) that we've been putting the kids' lunches in (I prep everything the night before to save precious time in the morning...)
What's really scary is that I am excited about this new fridge. A refrigerator. I have been domesticated to the point of eagerly awaiting the arrival of a new household appliance. Oh, sure, it's going to be nice to have an actual working refrigerator again. Granted, it will be nice to actually drink cold soda and eat solid ice cream once more. But still. Am I that old and boring that I'm all a-flutter about a refrigerator?
What's next? Am I going to get all emo when the hot water heater dies? (Oh, why did it have to diiiiiie?)
That is all.
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Be aflutter that you got the new fridge *before* the sales tax increase kicks in.
- Brad
Oh, there's a reason we bought it now...
We've given serious thought to getting Mrs. G. a new car before August 1st for that reason too...
Grrr. I want to get mrs. B a new ride, too, but won't be home before August 1. Stupid decent-paying job.
Yep, you're officially and old fart now... :-)
Just wait until your dishwasher stops working.
Welcome to the COF club.
It's not that bad. Gadget love is similar to gun love, and appliances are just big gadgets.
At least, that's what I tell myself when the ammo fund goes for a new microwave, or whatever.
so we're hoping to be able to lose the auxiliary back-up fridge (Mrs. G.'s old college cube fridge)
My brother has built two of these for his bedroom. He's just short of a master brewman & makes his own stuff on the side and, taking aside my family bias, the sheer thought of being able to walk into his bedroom & pour myself a cold one any time I wish from his private stash is the most awesomest thing this side of the existence of my precious children. To say I'm jealous is akin to saying "my bank account pales alongside Warren Buffet's".
Imagine, if you will, the scenario: you're lying in bed, watching Cheers, while Woody pours a draft for Norm. You get up, walk about 6 steps and do the same for yourself. Awesome.
Is there room for a keg in the bottom?
Just remember it takes about 24 hours for a new fridge to come down to temp.
As long as you don't start posting "fridge pr0n" ...
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