My Refrigerator Died

"I need your help taking frozen food downstairs to the freezer." This is how my husband greeted me as I walked in the door. Not 'hello', or 'how was your drive home'.

Apparently our refrigerator of 14 years just up and died on us. Great. I get to spend a chunk of money on a new refrigerator. It couldn't be the can opener that died, or the electric toothbrush. No, they wouldn't cause a big enough dent in the savings account. It had to be the refrigerator.

Now I have to go through the process of shopping for one with my husband. I absolutely hate shopping for household items with him. But I can't be trusted to do this by myself. This requires 'a man'. Why? I don't know. It's a refrigerator for crying out loud. I think I know what to look for. After all, I'm the one who keeps it stocked with food, I'm the one who fills the stupid ice cube trays, and I'm the one who cleans it.

Something that would take me, by myself, an hour or two tops, will take us all day. And I mean ALL day. First we'll go to this appliance store to see what they have, then we'll go to that appliance store, then we'll have to see what this other appliance store has before we make up our minds. Me - I would go to one store, pick-out the one I like, and still have time to go to the mall to look at shoes. I have to save my energy for walking around the mall. You know - the important stuff.

It couldn't happen at a worse time either - Superbowl Weekend. Gasp. Who will deliver a refrigerator this weekend? What if we can't get one until Monday? How will we keep the dip cold? I, quite frankly, don't see a problem. The temperature is supposed to drop into the 'teens' tonight, so I would just put the food on the back porch and let nature keep it cold until we can get the refrigerator delivered. But NOOOO! We can't do that. "You can't put food on the back porch!" my husband said with disgust and amazement in his voice. "What are we? Hillbillies?" Whatever. Don't ask me what we should do if all you are going to do is shoot-down my wonderful ideas.

So think of me today as I'm dragged by my husband from appliance store to appliance store. I'm confidant that we will have a new refrigerator picked out by 8 o'clock tonight. That's if we leave by 10 AM!