WIPMND: Day 7 and Lifestyle Changes
A refrigerator almost ended our marriage. Okay, that's an exaggeration but seriously? Things were tense. You could use a butter knife to cut the air. Like a nicely charred, medium-rare, tender filet mignon. Butter-smooth. But our air? It was stuffed with chaotic energy violently boiling in a covered pot. Keep all sharp objects away please! A little backstory. We had just signed a one-year lease after apartment hunting for three weeks - an ordeal unto itself- while spending those three weeks at my parents' place. We played the waiting game for the next two weeks until the good news finally came! Then, the realization of moving into an unfurnished apartment kicked in. What furniture will we buy? And how since neither of us were working? We had to choose where to cut back and where to splurge. The husband pushed for a new TV (don't even get me started on this). I pushed for us to buy a used fridge. I was confident I could find a trustworthy buy (somehow). We spen...