This is our old, trusty fridge that is 15 years old. It was beginning to have a few aches and pains, wasn't at all convenient, and just needed to be retired. Besides, I wanted a freezer-on-the-bottom model so I don't have to squat down on the floor to find everything. So last Friday we went up to the Sears store in Sacramento to browse the appliances. I had done a bit of research on the internet, found the one I thought I wanted and was all ready, research in hand. Once we got there we realized the one that had looked right was actually too small. Mr. C, measuring tape in hand, walked around looking at every single refrigerator on the floor and we finally decided on just the right one.
Mr. C emptied it out, cleaned it all up, cannibalized the egg box and the butter dish, unplugged it and then we waited for the delivery of the new machine. We had measured very carefully and the only problem we discovered was that the delivery chaps might not be able to get it through the front door.
BUT, never fear. These very clever guys got it right in, no problem, and into its little cubby with even a few inches to spare.
. . . in with the new!