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We suspected it would be trouble, but maybe not this much. When we bought the new fridge, we were wondering if it would fit through the kitchen door. So we asked them to take off the fridge doors at the factory and prepared to take our door off the hinges, and to remove door jams if necessary. We scheduled the delivery for yesterday, my husband took a day off, and I went to work.
When I called home before getting on the road from work, I asked him, "Is the fridge inside?"
"Half of it," he said.
"Which half??"
"I have good news and bad news," he answered. "The good news is that we'll get the new back door we always wanted."
"And the bad news?" I trembled.
"That we'll get that new back door we always wanted."
So anyway. They brought the fridge, they couldn't get it in even with the door and the jambs off. Hubby signed the delivery papers, and they left it outside on the deck and drove off. We spent last night trying to get it inside before it rained. Ended up sawing off large pieces of the door frame, so now we have a monstrous disassembled refrigerator in the kitchen, its parts and doors all over the house, and plastic taped around the door opening to keep out the bugs and some of the cold. It looks bizarre. We have to buy and install a new door ASAP, we don't know if the fridge works yet because we don't know how to install it (that's another adventure and still ahead).
The actual good news, I think, is two-fold. One, we'll have a story to tell the grandkids one day. They'll be whining, "Tell us the one where grandpa hacks the kitchen door to pieces!" "Tell us about the big fridge!" And two, my headache was hovering around 8, but I lived through the sounds of sawing, hammering, swearing (that one was muffled), and through carrying that monstrosity, lifting, dragging, almost taking off fingers and toes and so on.
Congratulations us! Life isn't boring.
:-)
We suspected it would be trouble, but maybe not this much. When we bought the new fridge, we were wondering if it would fit through the kitchen door. So we asked them to take off the fridge doors at the factory and prepared to take our door off the hinges, and to remove door jams if necessary. We scheduled the delivery for yesterday, my husband took a day off, and I went to work.
When I called home before getting on the road from work, I asked him, "Is the fridge inside?"
"Half of it," he said.
"Which half??"
"I have good news and bad news," he answered. "The good news is that we'll get the new back door we always wanted."
"And the bad news?" I trembled.
"That we'll get that new back door we always wanted."
So anyway. They brought the fridge, they couldn't get it in even with the door and the jambs off. Hubby signed the delivery papers, and they left it outside on the deck and drove off. We spent last night trying to get it inside before it rained. Ended up sawing off large pieces of the door frame, so now we have a monstrous disassembled refrigerator in the kitchen, its parts and doors all over the house, and plastic taped around the door opening to keep out the bugs and some of the cold. It looks bizarre. We have to buy and install a new door ASAP, we don't know if the fridge works yet because we don't know how to install it (that's another adventure and still ahead).
The actual good news, I think, is two-fold. One, we'll have a story to tell the grandkids one day. They'll be whining, "Tell us the one where grandpa hacks the kitchen door to pieces!" "Tell us about the big fridge!" And two, my headache was hovering around 8, but I lived through the sounds of sawing, hammering, swearing (that one was muffled), and through carrying that monstrosity, lifting, dragging, almost taking off fingers and toes and so on.
Congratulations us! Life isn't boring.
:-)
