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.