Yesterday morning, I was instructed to sit down with the trusty interwebz and find the appliances I wanted so that we could have them on-site to build custom cabinets around them. Once I found what I liked (that was reasonably affordable) and ordered it, I had to text my sponsor. Appliances are such a commitment! Shit just got real.
Home ownership was not all it’s cracked up to be, in my experience. When something breaks, you can’t call the super (or landlord, or whatever). Property taxes, insurance, maintenance…
Yet here I am, building a house. The things I do for Sunshine.
We had originally intended to try and find used appliances, but the logistics of finding functional and (somewhat) matching appliances cobbled together from hither thither and yon became a nightmare. We decided to take advantage of those black friday sales that were already happening well before thanksgiving. I thought long and hard about what my needs would be, because I didn’t want any regrets that led to replacing something in the future.
I dug around and found a 5-burner gas stove
with a fifth burner that looks like it was designed to cope with my canning pots and with space to spare for keeping lids warm or even starting dinner while I’m preserving food.
which was really more about Sunshine than me. I could do without one, but Sunshine hates having to help me dry/put away dishes after hand washing them. Like, seriously, the last time I asked him to help dry dishes he snarled at me like a wounded feral dog. Fucker, I had just cooked dinner, the least he could do was help clean that shit up.
side note: we will also be having a microwave in our kitchen, because Sunshine. I don’t know why he thinks we HAVE to have a fucking microwave. I told him I didn’t want one. He just couldn’t fathom anybody NOT having a microwave. I told him that if his sister could function without a microwave, then so could we. To which he responded “sissy doesn’t have a microwave? I had ever noticed” To which I responded: “ass” I told Sunshine that if he wanted a microwave in our kitchen, it had to live in a custom base unit cabinet because it was not going on my countertop. Remember, the kitchen is the battle I have chosen and the hill I choose to die on. The only item that will be allowed to be above countertop height is the percolator coffee pot. Because obviously.
and a rather large refrigerator (to be counter depth)…a whole 22.1 cubic feet! It’ll be like having my own walk-in cooler when compared to what I’ve been dealing with in this RV for so long.
I had originally chosen a different refrigerator that wasn’t so big. It was chosen solely based on the aesthetic appeal. Mr B rightly pointed out that I would be unhappy with it, and I would get that way pretty quick. My current fridge is small out of necessity, and both Sunshine and I are constantly bitching about the never-ending game of Tetris that happens whenever we open the fridge. Mr B also reminded me that I was regularly having to borrow space in everybody else’s refrigerator whenever the boss gave me 3 bushels of peaches because they weren’t up to his standards. So, I found the biggest counter depth fridge I could find that wasn’t exorbitantly expensive.
They should be delivered right before thanksgiving.
Somebody send chocolate fast. Adulting is scary, and I need to eat a candy bar and call it lunch to compensate.