For about a month, Jess has been mentioning things like “I think something is wrong with our fridge.” and “Did you hear that? That’s the fridge.” To which I usually respond with silence and the thought-process of “I hope it’s not the fridge, I don’t want to deal with it.”
Well, it’s official. Our fridge is dead. Not cold, not cool, just a box with spoiled food in it.
We’ve never owned a fridge – we’ve only lived in parsonages and rentals where the fridge has already been provided. Same is true here in our parsonage, so we’re waiting to see exactly what happens…
Sadly our renter’s insurance deductible is $500 and unlike you stevansheets.com readers, we don’t keep Lobster Tail in our freezers, so we’ve gotta replace our fridge-contents on our own.
Jess is now going through the fridge item-by-item and coming up with a list of “the replacements”.
Can’t wait for that shopping trip!
Anyone know of a great deal on a fridge I can tell our church trustees about?