To review, this is what we having been living with for the past six weeks. (See first photo below.)
Joe prematurely moved our 'somewhat working' refrigerator down to the garage in gleeful anticipation of the appliance company shipping our replacement fridge sometime in January. But only if they had room in their delivery truck on a routine trip to Whistler. Which is why it was going to be free. Otherwise we'd have to cough up 150 bucks.
In all fairness to the appliance company, they did call and leave a message a couple of weeks ago to say they had room for our fridge on one of their delivery trucks. And for us to call them back as soon as possible to confirm.
BUT JOE HAD GIVEN THEM OUR HOME PHONE NUMBER AND WE ARE NOT AT HOME DURING THE DAY. BECAUSE WE ARE BOTH AT WORK! HENCE, WE MISSED THEIR CALL AND I ASKED JOE "WHY DIDN'T YOU GIVE THEM YOUR CELL PHONE NUMBER SO THEY COULD CONTACT YOU DIRECTLY DURING OFFICE HOURS?"
To which I got no response.
Pathetic.
But have no fear, people! Friends stepped in to save the day. And Joe's life. Because I was ready to kill him after suffering through another one of his hare-brained ideas.
Our friend Randy generously offered to drive Joe down to North Vancouver in his truck to pick up and deliver the refrigerator. Our friend Dan kindly met them at our house with his moving dolly to bring the fridge into the house.
Team work!
Now that's MUCH better.
Good men. Good friends.
Thank you Randy and Dan for all your hard work yesterday. Joe owes you one.
And that, dear reader, concludes the story of our fridge. For now. But have no fear, I know Joe will get another cockamamy idea that will set my teeth on edge.
And he will provide me with more grist for my mill.
Like Joe said in the midst of all this, "But ya gotta admit, Nanc. Life with me is never boring!"
You got that right, pal. You got that right.
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