Sometime, the middle of the night, my wife accidentally woke me up. I don’t really know what she was doing…reading, doing laundry, something.
As I settled back in to go to sleep, a bug tried to go up my nose. I brushed it away and said, “Whoa…a mosquito is trying to get me.”
“That’s not a mosquito.”
“What is it?”
“A fruit fly.”
“A fruit fly? Why do you say that?”
“They’re breeding in our old refrigerator.”
“The guy who serviced our washer looked at it and told me.”
When we bought the new refrigerator, I didn’t quite know what to do with the old one.
Our neighborhood is too nice to leave it on the curb for a few days. The garage is full of boxes, trucks, lawnmowers and lumber. So, I decided to leave the old one in the house until I sold it or got rid of it.
Guess what I was doing at 5:30 this morning?
Moving my refrigerator out of our kitchen onto our back deck…
Now, that is hard enough to do by yourself. However, if you add the fact that my son just recently cut a 4′ x 3′ foot hole in the floor right at that very spot, the degree of difficulty increases significantly.
Just another day at the castle!