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Saturday, November 22, 2008

So I vacuumed under the fridge in preparation for painting the kitchen (trying to get all the cat hair so it wouldn't stick in the paint). And afterwards there was this funny smell and finally I went and got Sandy and asked him if he could smell it. He described it as an electrical burning smell. My sense of smell isn't so great.

So a little while later smoke started coming out of back side of the fridge so I pulled the plug. I called the fix-it number for Sears, spoke to "Jerry" in India, and the repair man will be coming Wednesday morning. He better be hot. Sandy is babysitting foodstuffs and I feel Amish, except my Amish brother has a gasoline-powered fridge that he gets to use because his Amish group is a little more progressive about some things, preferring to live in 1920 instead of 1850.

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