A Note for our Refrigerator
Comments (6) Dear Broken Refrigerator,
I was so sad two weeks ago when I realized you didn’t want to be a part of our family anymore. First you let everything in the freezer door thaw. I thought that maybe I’d left you open too long. Then you decided our milk tasted better room temperature. Our three-year-old assures you, it does not. The final straw was the day you let an entire bag of frozen strawberries melt into a gooey mess that dripped from the top shelf onto everything below. I must add that it really wasn’t kind of you to give out on us only a few weeks after our one-year home warranty expired.
Hubby took off work to help me find your replacement. Our toddlers were forced to take their afternoon naps in car seats as we drove across the city searching discount appliance stores. We tried without avail to find one as new as you are for a reasonable price. Did you tell your friends we were coming? Thank goodness we found someone getting rid of their prehistoric garage fridge. I knew you were jealous when we transferred everything out to the garage, but I’m not the one that gave sour milk to the baby.
After giving you two days of rest (to defrost), I decided it wouldn’t hurt anything to plug you back in and use your filtered water until we could cart you off. I guess you weren’t ready to say goodbye either, because after a little electricity pumped through your veins, you worked like a new model. Joy upon joy! We were so excited that we cleaned your shelves and immediately moved all of the food out of the icebox era garage fridge.
The Culprit
What an evil trick to stop working again five days later! I’m sure you laughed as we took all of the food out AGAIN and hugged the yellowed clunker in the garage for saving us. So here we are. I don’t have the heart to unplug you again so I’m waiting for you to shape up or ship out. You make a lovely magnet holder, but I’m getting a little sick of balancing refrigerated items up stairs and through doors each morning to cook breakfast and pack lunches.
I feel a lot better writing this note and wish you the best in the future. I really thought we’d have a long relationship as we just moved into this house and all of your matching buddies work just fine. I’m not going to sugar-coat it for you. The dump can be a harsh place for shiny white appliances, but you leave me no choice. Thanks for the last year of cold dedication.
Love-
The Aarhaus Family
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