I just hauled my new refrigerator up my steps onto front porch only to find it would not fit through the door still boxed up.
Pulled the front door off the frame....still was 1/2 too wide....unboxed it and it made it thru with 1/3 inch to spare on either side.
So glad I didn’t have to pull it through a Flippin window frame.
It was listed as 3/4 of an inch too tall for the opening in the kitchen but O was counting on the leveling feet being able to be adjusted lower.....the b!รท( was too tall at 1st.
I called her names, spoke sweetly to her, and may have warned her about her feet getting cut off with a sawzall if she didn’t cooperate.
A few turns of the wrench and she made it in with a 1/4 inch to spare on top.
Lots of room for ventilation around the sides so no problem there but it did take a few minutes to figure out what her love language was before she would cooperate.
Congrats on a new fridge! Nothin’ prettier other than a speckled pup, IMHO. ;)
Pretty sure the ‘Love Language’ of a fridge is always, “FEED ME!”
Well, mine always says, “CLEAN ME” but that’s a story for another day. ;)
OK - today! When I first moved here to Beau’s farm, he had been ‘batchin’ it for a good 5 years since his wife passed. I would come to visit, but I was NOT going to clean the house (other than the bathroom - ICK! and of course clean sheets on the bed - I mean, I AM a girl) because, you know, it wasn’t MY house yet and no offers had been negotiated at the time. ;) And, I had my OWN house to clean, d@mmit!
SO - After I moved in (after dating 5 years and getting everything I wanted in writing - I know - HOW ROMANTIC) I tackled cleaning. And the WORST, BY FAR was the kitchen fridge which looked like a slaughterhouse! Good Gawd, Man! HAD this been cleaned in the past 5 years? Ugh!
But - I got a new fridge out of it shortly after I convinced Beau how UNSANITARY it was - and it WAS 30 years old on top of it. I can usually get him in the pocketbook and that old fridge was an Energy Hog. ;)
Method? Meet Madness! :)