As I type out this post I’m sitting here immensely enjoying an ice cold Pepsi. Something that I wasn’t able to do for the last few days.
On Wednesday, my landlord’s beloved 1987 General Electric fridge decided to throw in the final towel and call it quits. Great thing is, it did it while I was sound asleep as to not bother a soul. The awesomeness is that I woke up, did my daily morning rituals and went down stairs to tear up some peanut butter crunch. What I found was the smell of dead bodies everywhere, and a gallon of rotten milk that looked like the back of a school lunch lady’s legs.
Good news is Sears showed up with a new fridge this morning! Peanut butter crunch time.
