I'm sorry, but it's over.
"It's not you, it's me."
"Ok, I lied, it's you."
Recently I discovered that my fridge had something against milk products. I thought we could work it out, possibly seek therapy but it just refused to keep them cold.
It was in denial that it even had a problem. It thought I should be satisfied with the perfect freezer performance it was giving me. That I was being unreasonable for wanting it all. We may have been able to get past that, but then it started exhibiting some passive aggressive behavior by pissing all over the floor.
That, I'm afraid, was the last straw. It is all so sad when a relationship ends. It's the kids that suffer.
So, the fridge and I had to part ways. It just wasn't working out. I called the landlord and he says, "No problem, I will bring you a new one."
He, of course, meant new in the sense that I had never laid eyes on it before. Not that it was brand new. This is what he brings me.
And yes, that is mac-tac. (Sticky paper, or whatever you call it in your neck of the woods.) That's fake marble mac-tac. Only the best for this chick. Posh! The mac-tac is, of course, to cover most of the rust.
I did say, 'most of the rust'. He looks at me and says, "Well you can change the mac-tac." Gee, thanks.
Oh well, it does keep things cold and the boy will just have to adjust to having a new fridge in the family. The old fridge is in the barn and has visitation rights. It was the least I could do.
I plan to paint the 'new' one. I might even get the sister to paint a big sunflower on it. Could be cool.