Is Your Refrigerator Running?

I was all set to write about the Christmas tree today, just like I said I was going to. But then? An event happened in our household. An event which sucks beyond mere suckage; which, although not classified as "devastating," is certainly a crisis. Warning: you are about to read a furious rant which will more than likely contain a dirty word or two (or ten). Proceed only if you aren't easily offended, 'cause I can't promise to be nice today.

Curtis gets paid once a month. And so at the first of every month, we do our "big" grocery shopping - which we just finished yesterday. Consequently, our side-by-side fridge/freezer is packed with food right now.

So because life is sometimes a hateful BIATCH, this of course would be the time that the aforementioned refrigerator/freezer chooses to quit working. Because of a burnt motor or some other non-easily-fixable problem. It couldn't have happened a few days ago when there was, like, a bottle of ketchup and a few hot sauce packets and a half-gallon of milk in there. Oh noooooo.

And wouldn't you also know that our warranty ran out last year? And that every repair place in town seems to be mysteriously booked up until Tuesday? And that, gee, we don't seem to have the extra money to buy a new fricking refrigerator lying around?

And doesn't it just figure that we bought extra food this month (that is now rapidly thawing). Because we're expecting company for Christmas. And doesn't it just effing figure that this happens during the month of Christmas. When I still have Christmas shopping to do. Only now who knows if I'm going to be able to do it because, hello? Food crisis? Refrigerator repairs? The cost of a little emergency chest-freezer that Curtis is out buying as I type this so we can hopefully salvage some of our ENTIRE MONTH WORTH OF FOOD?

Of course this wouldn't be as serious if it weren't on the heels of a problem with our Jeep. Which I rely on to get Colin back and forth to school every day. It's been "sick" but drivable for a few months now ... but in the last few days the poor ol' girl (yes, my Jeep is a girl. What??) has taken a turn for the worse. Which means repairs are needed imminently. Repaaaaaaaairrrrrrrs.

Y'all hear that? It's the sound of the belt tightening so hard it's cutting off my circulation.
Ugh.