not holding my breath

Allegedly, I will arrive home today to a new refrigerator.

Allegedly.

My landlord came by yesterday while I was at work and left me a note that said the new fridge would be delivered today, and I mostly believe it, but mostly? I'll believe it when I see it. Let's just put it this way -- I'm not going grocery shopping on my way home from work, because me and the universe are just having that kind of relationship lately. I'd come home with bags full of perishable foods and be greeted by the same dead Frigidaire, which, although inanimate, would somehow be mocking me.

I'll keep you posted.


cheers,
elizabeth