My Single Mom Life

It was just as I had thought, the landman was out of town for the weekend with his family, his voice mail box was full, but as soon as he got back he called me to see what I needed.
I told him about the death of the fridge for the second time in 2 weeks, and he said ok, I'll call you right back.
He then called and said clean out the old broken 1, he was on his way over.
Ta-da!
New fridge!

Sebastian got straight to placing all our magnets back on it, and had some fun with their placement.
Silly teenage boy.
It's cooling slowly, it had been tipped on it's side to bring it in the house, so all the compressor stuff has to settle down again in order to truly start being cold, but it's getting there.

The landman and his family had been up at his parents house in the northern part of the state, and his son was with him when he brought the new fridge over.
He hadn't even unpacked all his luggage and stuff yet, so when placing the old fridge in his van, he kept telling his son to move his clubs.
Now either the boy just didn't hear him, or wasn't paying attention, but he started getting pissed as he was holding the end of the fridge up and trying to slide it in and his Callaway irons were still in the way.
Finally he just yelled, "Move the damn clubs now!"
That kid practically jumped and hauled the bag over the seat as fast as he could.
His eyes were huge, he let out this little squeak of a sorry, and the fridge finally went in.
The landman then turns to me and says, "I swear, kids don't hear anything unless you yell at them or are trying to give them money or video games."
I nodded in agreement, teens, they suck sometimes.

Seeing as how my lone package of burger was frozen in the mini-fridges itty bitty freezer, and because of the broken fridge, there was nothing to cook for dinner, so with the money sis brought over for the teens, they ordered us a bunch of $4 pizzas and wings from Dominos.
The teens had ordered 20 hot wings and 20 BBQ wings, but after the driver had left and we started to dig in, we noticed that they were ALL hot wings.
I can't eat hot wings unless I feel like being ill all night, so I called them back, explained, and they brought us the 20 BBQ wings.
I offered to give them back the other 20 hot, but they didn't want them, so all in all, we ended up with 60 wings and 3 pizzas for $40.
Not bad.
Off to catch up now before I go and put all the food in the new fridge, and i have laundry to dry still.
Later days!