• The Wonders of Appliance Maintenance

    by  • Tagged: 

    Last night Her and I were jonesing for some dessert that we’d share (yes, share, as Her is on Weight Watchers and I’m going to run the half-marathon). When Her opened up the freezer, she noticed some ice cream drippage and defrosted meats.

    Oh crap, we thought, something’s wrong with our freezer. In the last few weeks, we’ve noticed that our ice cream was a little softer, but that’s about it. No defrosted meats. No drippings. Not last night though. Crap.

    I’ll let you in on a little secret about me: I suck at being Mr. Handyman. My first instinct was to call the landlord, except that he sucks and I’d rather roll around in a bathtub of porcupines than talk to him. Then I remembered: the coils! Clean the coils!

    So we pulled the fridge out from the wall and unplugged it. Her removed the kick plate and we both peered underneath the fridge…to see a queen size quilt’s worth of cat fur entangled amongst the coils. It seriously looked like our refrigerator gave birth to a litter of kittens. We both muttered a few swears and then I grabbed the vacuum cleaner and went to work. I managed to vacuum about three-quarters of the fur before we had to dump out the dust container and start again. After cleaning, we plugged it back in and hoped for the best.

    Luckily for us, since our freezer was packed pretty tightly most of the items were still frozen. We didn’t have to toss out much, just some melted ice cream. The items that weren’t fully frozen went directly into the fridge for continued defrosting. Those items include about 8 chicken boobies breasts, some ground beef, a few pork chops, and some ribs. It looks like we’ll be making a few meals out of that stuff, or we’ll be having a “Our Freezer’s Busted” dinner party. I guess we’re not eating out this weekend, so cha-ching for the wallet.

    This morning the freezer was working like it is supposed to. I’m sure that the cleaning will shave a buck or two a month from our electricity bill as well.

    See, I told you we’re not ready to be homeowners.

    Comments

    blog comments powered by Disqus