A fridge is heavy. A perfect thing for a family hoping to go into the Foreign Service, no? Maybe I'll start a collection. To add to the cannonball collection. Because we are really a portable family.
Anyway, Sears stinks.
After messing up the delivery, then leaving us with the wrong fridge as a "loaner" for a week, then delaying delivery a few days at a time, they finally got it here. The right fridge. With the doors opening on the correct side. With an ice maker. And they even found the missing door shelf after I ran after the truck as they drove down the street. Ah, Sears. With your 8-4 delivery window...
After getting the new fridge(s) I had to empty the previous fridge(s) and wipe out the new one(s). Then put all my food back in. Fun fun. In an effort to condense the food, I tossed some old condiments and such. Also, I had a HUGE wine bottle with not much wine left in it that I decided was too tall and took up more space than it deserved. I didn't want to waste the wine. But it was only 11:00 am, too early for even me. So I looked around for a container to pour the white wine into... hmm. Yes, perfect. This'll do. Much more room in the fridge now.
Let this be a lesson: (I'm all about lessons this week, eh?) Do not pour white wine into a water bottle labelled with your six-year-old daughter's name on it and put it in the fridge. Just trust me.