We bought a new refrigerator this weekend. You'd think it would be simple, but it wasn't as easy as I thought it would be.
I started looking at 'fridges on Thursday when our old one broke. I went to two major home repair stores and the base exchange store. They had many choices ranging in prices from as low as around $700 to as high as $2800. Wow!
As I looked at all the different styles and features, I started to form relationships with them. The ones I really became attached to were the three door style where the doors on the top are called french doors and they have a big, deep freezer drawer on the bottom. I thought "Ooo LaLa" how exotic. That cinched my decision on this style. Then I would be worldly and maybe I'll learn french so my new refrigerator won't get homesick.
That was the easy part. Next came the emotional attatchments I formed with each one. It was like buying a house. There is not one that has everything you want. You have to compromise.
There was one style that puffed cold air into the door where you would keep the milk. I wanted to marry that one, but I'm already spoken for.
I swooned over the one with the separate long drawer accesible from the outside to cut down on opening the doors as much when you wanted fruit or snacks or juicy juice. But, alas, that's not a problem in our home since we don't have little human ones around and it is not a feature we need for our furry creatures.
Then the honeymoon was over when I went shopping on Saturday with my husband. I had to clean up my act. No more fantasing over what could have been and, well, realizing I had a budget. Oh, I still got my sweet french refrigerateur but not with as many "bells and whistles" as my dreamboats.
Just as in any relationship there are compromises and I see a long and happy one with my new french friendship.
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