Days before turning 35, I purchase my first refrigerator. It’s six cubic feet (whatever that means) and 24 inches wide. I got only a teeny tiny discount, but it doesn’t really matter—when I saw it this afternoon, I knew it was mine. It’s nothing fancy. Just a simple white refrigerator with the basic features—freezer box, chiller drawer, egg slots—and that’s precisely why I like it. So it’s going to be delivered on November 9, a few days after I turn 35. If all goes according to plan (and when has it ever not, harhar), I will have the locks installed by this weekend to welcome the white ref home, safely, on Monday.

Of course there so many other things on my mind on this birthday week, but for this entry, it’s all about the ref.