The Refrigerator Fiasco

Yep, sent the guys, that's right the guys, to get  a fridge.  Our old one was on its death bed and just honestly wanted the guys gone, out of my hair.  I was still trying to work outside...I got lots of phone calls.  Do you care about the color, do you want an ice maker, bottom freezer okay?  I said I  don't really care as long as it works and doesn't cost three thousand dollars.  So the guys took it seriously.  This is the beauty I got for under a thousand.

We had carefully measured the space in the cabinet, height and width.  We did not measure the door or take into consideration how heavy this baby was!!

Hauled in our truck, new fridge and proud guys arrived.  Took the box off and quickly discovered black gets very hot in the sun.  Out of the truck, the three of us, mostly hubby, manhandled that monster to the door.  Oops!  We had to take the outside door off the house, not the fridge.  Rolled it through the entire length of the den, which caused every thing to be moved out of place for this baby to get through (still out of place, haven't got around to putting it back yet).

It entered the dining room door with maybe a half inch to spare.  Perfect size for the hole...except for the decorative wood work that was hanging down.  Got a jig saw, cut that off, and FINALLY got the fridge in place.  Now, this probably took us close to an hour...we are not good at moving big things nor measuring correctly.

Hubby said, at least it is better than last time.  I laughed with the memory.  In the first house we purchased, the fridge would not fit.  After much thinking and  owning very few tools, hubby grabbed the chainsaw.  He cut the end off the kitchen cabinet and forced the fridge into the space by bracing against the wall, shoving it in with his feet. We decided if we sold, the fridge would have to stay...and it did.

Now I have this big fridge and when all the food got transferred.  We had to get groceries today.  A job I abhor!  I have bookoos of coupons and we headed out to Kroger's about thirty miles away.  We shopped hard.

It's still not full but there are many new choices in the fridge....now I have to go clean the kitchen.  I don't know how all that sawdust got in there.  Fiasco is not really the correct word, maybe it was just almost a failure.  In fact, it was kinda fun!