Over a month ago, before my aunt came to visit, our fridge died. The freezer still worked, but the fridge was no longer cooling things to a food safe temperature. We quickly (at midnight, because that's what time the fridge started beeping at us) moved the food out to our smaller garage fridge. After doing some problem solving, we decided to use whatever money we would have spent on a repair toward a new fridge. Bryan ordered it and we waited for it to be delivered. We've been so busy that we pushed back the delivery date. And we pushed it back again. And again. And again. I started calling the garage "our summer kitchen." And I barely went grocery shopping because we had so little room. On Monday of this week the kids were complaining that we were essentially out of food. I told them I would go shopping as soon as we had the new fridge.
Well, the magical delivery day finally arrived on Tuesday.
Here's the old fridge:
It's huge and fancy and clean and, best of all, it works!


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