The call finally came in...It's time to take the singing refrigerator to its' final resting place. After day 12 of staring at the voiceless food box standing in my kitchen, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. My husband on the other hand is having a panic attack because he knows it is only a matter of hours before he loses the loner refrigerator that sits so nicely near the couch in the living room. No more is food and beverage a mere few feet away from his watching pleasure. The time has come where he will have to wait for a break in the action before he can feed his face.
Do I feel sorry for him? Perhaps, but I'm sure he will get use to the stroll back to the kitchen for his favorite nosh. Or will he? Last email I saw from one of my followers suggested a smaller refrigerator in a new location. Let's just say after the remote and football watching what's the next favorite place men like to be. I'll leave that one to your imagination.
I do not want to get too excited yet about my new refrigerator and the removal of the old. I still have 2 more days to wait for the "Big Switcheroo." There is no telling what can happen between now and then, not to mention the actual installation process. Hmm, I think it's time to do a little meditation and visualization.