Fridgeidaire, R.I.P.


This weekend, my fridge died.  The ceremony was small and it came without much pomp & circumstance.  Thankfully, I managed to find its replacement here relatively quickly and without breaking the bank…thanks largely to Carl’s negotiating skills.  Now let’s have a moment of silence for every fridge which ran its course by working tirelessly & dutifully cooling our groceries.  *spilling cold beverage*  Amen.


About Mema

I've been at this blogging thing since 2005, but I don't consider myself a veteran AT ALL. My posts are mostly well-meaning, fun anecdotes with the occasional random thought and a dash of humor for good measure. So sit back, relax, and stay awhile. And if you decide to browse elsewhere, just're missing out on an opportunity to meet (arguably) THE GREATEST PERSON THAT EVER LIVED. Overstated? Well, why not stick around to find out? Your call, tough guy. Or, gal. Or, martian.
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