Refrigerators are like muscles, you take them for granted until you don't have the use of them. Wait. Huh??
Anyway, if you've been following my blog religiously, you probably know I've had some refrigerator problems. It started back in September when the repair guy put a new relay switch in and supposedly fixed it. It died again on Super Bowl Sunday and then acted weird (aka started working again) when the repair guy came out to fix it.
Well, it died again last night. I called the same repair dude this morning and he said he wouldn't be able to get here today. So I yelled, "Screw it!" (not really, but I thought it really loud) and called other repair people until I found a guy that could make it out today. Long story short: the compressor is dead. $500-$600 to fix it (labor included in that price). I might as well buy a new refrigerator! This last statement was backed up by my dad to whom I called to vent.
EXCEPT, I don't have a job to pay for a new refrigerator. My oh so wonderful fiance offered to use his savings to get a new one, but we ultimately decided to be thrifty and move the crappy refrigerator from the closet under the carport into the house. It works fine I guess. It's really old, rusty, and the ice maker is kind of funky. We didn't ever use ice anyway...but that was because we had one of those refrigerator water spouts. I'm wishing now that I hadn't gotten rid of my Brita pitcher. DARN IT!
A funny aside: while my fiance was moving the refrigerator into the house the refrigerator door opened and everything came flying out, including a jar of pasta sauce that broke and splattered sauce everywhere! Mmmmm...yummy.
Maybe we could register for a new refrigerator? Perhaps the better choice is a Brita pitcher. ;o)
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