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Our icemaker broke…

October 23, 2008

the other day. No reason for panic on my part. I prefer to drink my water at room temp.

However, when you’re trying to put together 3 jugs of water for 3 soccer playing sons, ice is all of a sudden a prime commodity. And on Saturday it was a non-existent one.

Fortunately, Husband is one handy dandy type of guy. I wasn’t clever enough to put it on a must haves for husband list. In fact, I didn’t have a husband list at all. The Lord knowing my proclivity to breaking things was surely working on my behalf and provided me with a man able to fix most everything that breaks in a household.

Repairs couldn’t be completed before we had to leave for the first game so Husband pulled the refrigerator out from its cubbyhole.  I was not delighted to see the crud that had accumulated since April.

Why April? Because the last time the refrigerator was pulled out from its cubbyhole was when my mom was here in April to run the house while I was recovering from back surgery. She is a blitzkrieg housecleaner at the finest. All dust bunnies run, hide, scream, and toss themselves over the ledge of the trash can rather than risk being swept, wiped or vaccumed by the likes of her cleaning vengeance.

Prior to April, that refrigerator may not have been cleaned behind since, oh say, 2001? When we moved in.

By the next morning, Husband had repaired the icemaker. Genius man! The prospect of my having to clean out the freezer to support actual ice trays was not appealing at all. Since he was on a roll of successful household thingies, I decided to ply my womanly wiles with the following request and conversation.

Me: We need to sweep behind the refrigerator before we push it back against the wall.

Him: “We” do? Are you going to sweep or push?

Me: Well, (hands full of scrambled eggs and breakfast fixin’s) “we” can fix breakfast or “we” can sweep behind the refrigerator. “You” can choose.

Him: (Muttering but sweeping behind the refrigerator) “You” sure use “we” a lot when “you” really mean “me”.

Me: It’s a privilege of the royal “we,” benefiting both of us.

Him: Really?

Me: Okay, how about this, “I” have to go to the grocery store or “we” won’t have anything to eat around here by tomorrow.

Him: Yes, I believe that.

We have groceries and ice now.

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3 Comments leave one →
  1. October 23, 2008 10:21 pm

    I love that banter!

    And if it makes you feel any better, I cleaned a little before I took my “behind the fridge” picture I posted on October 17th. My ice maker hose connection failed and we had to disconnect it for a week while FirstHusband went out of town.

    PinkGirl had never seen an ice tray before. That’s just sad.

  2. October 26, 2008 6:45 pm

    I tell my husband that’s the Royal We. “Yes, we shall be waking up late today. And then we shall dine on donuts.”

  3. October 26, 2008 6:48 pm

    I forgot to add: We wish.

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