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! :)
Hahaha....now I have a desire to hear what was “in writing”