Upon opening our freezer out in the garage today, my peripheral vision caught sight of something that actually startled me: dark red blood dripping from the top shelf of the door, down to the bottom of the freezer. After the initial shock, I found myself frantically grabbing everything in the freezer to check that it was frozen. The crazy thing-- everything was rock-hard! Our freezer had defrosted while we were in Utah and then refroze, as evidenced in the thick ice layer at the bottom of the fridge, as well as the chicken juices that had formed and frozen in all of our 10-pound bags. Blah. Since this is the second year in a row that we have had something similar (although last year's debacle didn't include Forensic Files dripping blood), we decided it was time for a new freezer.
Because we'd purchased the freezer second-hand/refurbished and kept it for nearly 10 years, we felt justified to buy a brand new one this time. While at Lowe's, Randy asked the salesman if he knew of any sales coming up for "Independence Day." The guy thought for a second before replying, "I don't think we'll have any sales until the 4th of July."
... "Independence Day IS the 4th of July."
"OH! Then, no," and he proceeded to tell us that they price match themselves for 30 days as if he hadn't just made a hilarious blunder. I'm proud of Randy. He didn't giggle, smirk, or make him feel ignorant in any way; he just gave the fact as it was without judgment. I, on the other hand, had to turn away and act as if I was interested in another freezer to hide my smile. It comes as no surprise to anyone that I married WAY UP! I'm the luckiest girl in the world
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