Bastard appliances.

Just who does he think he is? Me?

Remember my rant over the coffee maker? Who ever gave him permission to take over the domestic purchasing? Let me show you the list: Coffee Maker, Washer, Dryer, Dishwasher, Toilet seats, new faucet...now it's a fridge. Ours went on the blink Christmas day, all the milk and fresh stuff spoiled. So he went to buy one online.
It was supposed to be here Friday.

Here's how the conversation went Friday.
ME: Did the fridge come today?
Him: No, dang. I never did get an email from them confirming.
ME: Really? They took your card number and you didn't get a reply?
Him: No. Let me look again.
ME: They didn't reply? You better call them.
Him: Nope. No reply.

ME: Well, maybe you should call them.

Him: I don't know where I bought them from. I bought them on the Internet. I can't remember who they were. Let me look in my history.
ME: Are they there? Do you have the name? You'll have to call them.
Him: I don't know, I can't find them anywhere. I gotta go.
Sigh.

Well, he found them. Cancelled and bought one in St. Paul. You see, our fridge fits in a space that they don't make fridges for anymore. Too small. So he had to hunt, like the hunter gatherer he isn't anymore! He's totally domesticated. Now he can bring home the bacon and it won't spoil.