
I had heard some clicking sounds
coming from the kitchen Saturday night a couple of weeks ago but we were watching a movie and I
didn't look into it. Well
Sunday morning when I went to go get Carter's
strawberry milk, I noticed the fridge was a bit warmer than it should be and the freezer too comfirmed that something was wrong. So Jon decided that the coils should be cleaned but when he took off the front part he saw that the coils were v shaped and were not very
accessible. So he came back from the garage with some food storage cans. I said, "You are not going to put the fridge on those are you?" Of course he was. So he lifted the fridge and I put the cans under neath. The picture is him
vacuuming the coils of the fridge. It brings a whole new meaning to being prepared. The coils were not the problem and thanks to great
friends who had an empty, running fridge in their garage, we
didn't loose much of
anything. How come these things always happen on Sundays?