We think our refrigerator is fixin' to be *DRT. It's not keeping up with our ice usage, which isn't much, and Barnaby thinks his soy milk is not as cold as usual. Crap.
Why, God, why at Christmas?
It is 14 years old so we figured it would happen sooner rather than later, but still. Now? Wah!
Speaking of refrigerators, THESE are the ugliest things ever. I would not like any of those on my fridge! They would probably sell better if they were just solid colors. But pictures? Eww.
*DRT = Dead Right There, an old acronym from my police days. That's what we always said at a fatality accidents or suicides or whatever. "He was DRT."