Mama, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys (Dad, don’t take your kids to those cowboy bars)
I don’t have much left after being head down boogity boogity deep into html with javascript around the edges all day. It was mostly lather, rinse, repeat, except for a moment when I I/M’d the Queen Bee, “Hey QB, you’ve got the blah-blah-blah javascript menu file locked. Can I get into it for 10 seconds?” And she did and I fixed the issue and it maybe took more like 30 seconds but it was PDQ.
It was a slow commute home today. Unlike Lizard Breath, I can’t really bike to work, not to mention that I am a chicken about bike riding in general. I was on pins and needles not so much because of traffic but because I was afraid I would be coming home to a not-very-cold refrigerator. I dunno. Could I REALLY have managed to NOT CLOSE THE DAMN DOOR both yesterday morning and last night? I am usually not that careless but dish towels do hang on the door of my side-by-side and it is possible. This morning, the butter was soft and there was condensation everywhere. The freezer seemed to be okay. I turned down the temperature in the fridge and headed off to work. When I came home, things seemed okay.
I was envisioning having to put “buy a new refrigerator” onto my weekend list. I am in wait and see mode now.
When we moved into this house, there was a 17-year-old refrigerator here. We didn’t replace it. We were poor, don’tcha know. We had some minor problems with that fridge over the years. Once it sounded like a seagull was trapped inside. But it just kind of kept going. March 1997. Major ice storm. We had a brownout for a few days and then we were without power for about maybe 16 hours. When the power came back up, the refrigerator made a loverly r-r-r-r-rpppp r-r-r-r-pppp noise. That fridge was 31 years old by that time. The GG was in I-gotta-get-to-work mode. I MADE him stay home so we could go out and buy [finally] a new refrigerator. We were still poor but guess what? Our homeowners’ insurance paid for it. I am trying to think whether I’m on the second or third refrigerator since then… (It’s probably the second…)
July 11th, 2013 at 9:31 pm
I’m terrified about my fridge going bad too. It’s a side by side and I remember Patt paying a lot for it 17 years ago. Eek!!