My Funny DH ~ Story #3

I had mentioned in the Rhubarb post that my DH killed a refrigerator. Here is that story:

The people who moved out left behind a smallish, older fridge. It had the coils in the back of the fridge, which were covered with thick ice. Eager to get on with moving in, DH decided that he would hasten the defrosting by chipping away at the ice. Ice pick in hand, he chipped and picked away at it.

I looked over his shoulder after awhile and saw that the ice was pretty much gone, just a little wee bit left. "Looks good to me," I said.

"Just a little bit left," said he.

"Well, be careful, you don't want to . . ."

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Yup. He punchered the coils and the freon escaped.

Well, we would've needed a bigger refrigerator sooner or later anyhow.

And to be fair, here is a story about how I killed a TV:

After we had moved into our first apartment, we bought ourselves a nice BIG color TV. The apartment was a townhouse-type, very dry and static~y. One day I answered the phone, and because the volume on the TV was up, I reached over to turn it off.

Before I even touched it, I got a static shock, and saw a large white spark between my finger and the TV. It hurt, but my instant reaction was to shake my hand, which helped.

But now the TV was even louder and showing that static-snow that TVs get when there's no reception. It wouldn't turn off! I had to unplug it. It never did work again ~ it was completely blown. Had to return it and get another one.

Ain't I shocking?