I'd like ya'll to meet Bessie

We had two refrigerators in Ohio:  a fancy stainless steel one in the kitchen and our old beat up one in the garage.

When we moved, we left the pretty new one in the kitchen and brought the garage fridge with us.

And then we bought a house with a fancy stainless steel refrigerator in the kitchen.  It was supposed to be left in the kitchen when we got it.  The sellers even purchased an extra warranty for it on our behalf.

But then they took it.

So, when we moved in, we put the garage fridge in our kitchen.  And it sucked.

Kevin gave the ugly garage fridge in our kitchen the evil eye every day when he came home from work.  And he measured it all the time so that he could find a replacement.  He did it so frequently that I am pretty sure that even the fridge knew it was on the way out.

Finally, he found the perfect pretty new stainless steel refrigerator to fit the space.

I'm gonna call her Bessie.

Because she's where we get our milk.  Like a cow.  And Bessie is a great name for a cow.  Or some other milk dispenser.

And now that the garage fridge is in our garage, all is right with the world.  

P.S.  I just said "ya'll."  And named a refrigerator.  I haven't started talking to Bessie yet, but I'm sure that will come with time.  I can see it now.  "What are we going to have for dinner today, Bessie?" or "Bessie, who ate all the rest of the pizza?"  Anyways.  I might need to find some friends down in here in Texas to talk to instead of my kitchen appliances.

P.S. #2  I used to have a red Ford Focus that I named Strawberry Shortcake.  She was awesome.