It doesn't seem that long ago, the Juans were busy working on the house. I miss them terribly and my favorite thing about the Juans was that I just had to shout, "Ayudeme!" (Help!) and someone would come to help me. That came in handy as I was often working on house projects while they were here. I love the house they built and when asked, "Would you remodel again?" my answer is YES, in a heartbeat. We had a great crew, amazing contractor, and it has changed my life. I've become this crazy recluse homebody who thinks the deer are my best friends.
The Chalet has had one nagging problem which has been my very fabulous Juan-ized Fridge. It is super old and has been leaving ominous puddles on the floor which have been getting larger. When I talked to the repairman he had the nerve to laugh at me and say, "Junk it! I can't even get parts for it anymore". Finally, Mr. Man and I decided a beach towel in front of the fridge isn't really the seasons hottest accessory and to pick out a new fridge.
Originally, I wanted a Tablet Fridge, but Mr. Man's solution to the tablet fridge made me reevaluate it's functionality. Once again, Mr. Man and I trolled the aisles of Home Depot and the appliance stores asking the question, does this fridge make me look fat? Which is our favorite way of asking if you like this fridge. I never really found anything that made me excited to get a new fridge, I loved my old fridge so very much. Maybe you aren't supposed to get excited appliances... and I'm supposed to find my excitement elsewhere, like rapelling down a skyscraper.
Finally, I found a fridge that made me giddy, it had a whole bunch of different accessories, and I swear that is the way to sell me on something every time. You can switch out the handles for 100 different variations and for whatever reason that is what I love most.
I bought the fridge and then came home and measured the space. That is backwards, do not do it this way. I was a little off in my measurements, but surely, the spec sheet from the manufacturer allowed for some wiggle room. I'm sure they weren't EXACT measurements... except that they were precise and accurate exact measurements which I discovered on delivery day.
The deliverymen hauled the fridge in and said, "Oops, doesn't fit, you are a 1/4 inch off. Well, we can take it back right now and you'll get a full refund. " To which, I said, "NO! I can make this work!" (All that Project Runway is really paying off, I could actually hear Tim Gunn saying in my ear, "Well, make it work!")
So, I immediately dialed the Juans and said, "Ayudeme! Por Favor" but they were on a job and couldn't help until next week. That wouldn't work because I didn't want to admit to Mr. Man who had asked 3 times, "Will it fit?" that I was wrong. Our marriage is built on the illusion that I'm perfect, and a quarter of an inch wasn't going to stand in my way. I went out the garage to assess the tools, grabbed a jigsaw, a hammer, and a crowbar. I shouted out, "Lo Siento Cabinet Juan!" as I started cutting into the cabinets to wedge the fridge in. I am shocked that I didn't lose a toe or a finger although I had some close calls.
Huzzah! It fit and Mr. Man is none the wiser, our marriage is saved! Although I fessed up pretty quickly, because I love bragging about my handiness.
For what it's worth, the fridge is a Viking D3 and I love it. It's quiet, spacious, and I ordered different handles so I can mix it up. Mr. Man is a bit nervous, I'm going to bedazzle the handles... but that would be pretty glam.. Oui?