So, I am home, I am doing pretty well. Husband decided that I should call it a day, and I took some meds. I was really groggy foggy, and was about half asleep, when I smelled something. I woke him, and said, I don't think it's smoke, but does something smell odd to you?
He jumped up, went into the other room, and found our fridge was smoking. The compressor died.
Soooo, we are doing our part for the economy, my poor husband had to go buy a refrigerator today. Then he'll have to go to Mom and Dad's to pick up the food we had in the fridge and freezer, to put in the new one.
And I can't do a dam* thing about it.
There was a blurb I read once, "God never gives you anything you can't handle. I wish he wouldn't be quite so confident in me..."
I think I can relate today...