The Fridge

This is the baby that I got for 800 dollars this past week.  It freezes things. like, really frozen, not melty. its been months since the ice cream was frozen. so sad. bigly.

 

Its the most important, biggest thing i’ve ever purchased entirely on my own.  I am 44. I researched, I found an outlet for appliances that are dinged/scratched but working and I had saved enough money in the past few years that I didn’t have to use a credit card.

I think if you dice and slice that paragraph there is a whole lot in it.

But I am here to do the work for you. So let me tell you.

Trusting myself is a real damn problem for me.  I woke several times this past week, knowing I had to just buckle down and buy a fridge, without anyone telling me which one was the best for me… and then it turned into doubt that I could possibly have measured correctly and would so prove that I am unfit to exist when the men realized it wouldn’t fit.

(uh, former quilter here. do you know how much damn measuring i have done?! fucking shit tons…)

did that come across?

These are the things that happened while I was getting my kids ready to go back to school.  all of them, complete with a first-timer.

1. i researched this outlet place. good rep.
2. i talked to my fix-it friend and he said so too, and recommended a maintenance plan as a real value.
3. i canvassed for opinion.
4. i took photos of the measurements in the manual and compared to my measurements and looked up the measurements of the ‘new’.
5. i visited the ‘new’ in person with kids in tow. we tried doors, we pulled drawers.
6. i went back before kindergarten orientation, bought the maintenance plan, bought the thing.  used part of my savings. no credit card.  you know why?! because i’ve been saving for EXACTLY this reason.
7. Then i survived kindergarten orientation. but my insides are temporarily outside. never mind that.

 

guess what? i can do this shit. all by myself.  its a damn fridge. and it might as well be a sunburst in your face.

BOOM.

 

(shaka laka boom boom)