But he wasn’t the real Santa. He was a fake. A skinny Santa that takes his beard off on his break and smokes a cig out back. He can’t scurry down the chimney either….in fact, he can barely get through the door without causing damage. Our new refrigerator was scheduled to be delivered this morning and we were about as excited as Christmas morning–until the morning actually came.
And then Chris left for work, and the delivery guys said they would arrive around 9:30 am. I walked downstairs to a dirty kitchen and remembered when I decided to forego the dishes last night to watch Bach pad and paint the bathroom (details on that later this week). So I got Greta some breakfast and put her in her highchair and cleaned the kitchen only to mess it up again by taking everything out of our old fridge. By this time, Greta was done eating breakfast and on the loose. She “helped” me take everything out of the fridge and made a lot of messes doing it.
When the delivery guys showed up a few minutes later, the one taking measurements asked if he could take off the front door. “Sure. Do what you gotta do!” He didn’t. I didn’t think anything of it because I was trying to contain Greta from running out the front door. They unhooked the old fridge and water started spilling out everywhere.
“Ma’am! Can you turn off your water?!” I don’t know how to do that. “Uhhh…yep! One sec!” I run downstairs and call Chris and we guess where it is and Greta gets into everything downstairs while I do that. I run back upstairs and run the water until it doesn’t run anymore. While they move the old fridge out to the garage I clean up all the water on the kitchen floor while Greta jumps in it and then runs for the food sitting on the kitchen counters.
|I was running toward her, hence the blurriness|
When they put in our new fridge, it was beautiful….and COVERED in fingerprints. And when they left, I shut the front door and there were two dents and paint scratched off of it. Because it takes about 8 hours for the new fridge to cool, I had to put all of the food back in our old fridge now sitting in the garage. I made about 13 trips back and forth from the kitchen to the garage and thought about how much of a pain this is going to be all day. Then, I brought Greta up to bed for her nap and I realized I hadn’t eaten breakfast yet so I poured myself some Special K and went back to the garage for milk. I sat down, read that Will Smith and Jada are separating, frowned, and started googling how to remove fingerprints from stainless steel.
It’s hard to be excited about your shiny, new, appliance when it isn’t shiny and your front door took a hit and you already broke a sweat 3 times before breakfast–but all that other stuff aside–our kitchen got a major facelift this morning.
Here’s our old short and fat fridge:
It is almond colored. Blah! There is a huge gap between the top of the fridge and the cabinets and it sticks out about 8 inches from the countertop–which is why I call it “short and fat.”
We have been on the hunt for a new fridge for awhile and last week we ventured into the Sears Outlet to see what they had. Wouldn’t you know it, they had JUST the kind of fridge we were looking for, for about half the price! Apparently someone had ordered the fridge (A Kenmore Elite Countertop depth) but it didn’t fit in their space so it ended up at the outlet. The original price of the fridge is right around $3000, but it was priced at around $1500. After taxes and delivery, it came to $1700–which is still a lot of money, but amazing for the fridge of our dreams.
So, let’s just pretend it isn’t covered in fingerprints and take a second and admire: