*sigh*
After a horrible sensory overload of a day at work, I come home, planning on having pizza rolls for dinner. They are in the freezer, along with the rest of the $100 worth of groceries we got two nights ago. The freezer that is currently warmer than the fridge.
Cue a call to the father-in-law. Saturday afternoon a new fridge/freezer will be delivered and the old one hauled away. Our $100 worth of groceries, the last money we had until my next paycheck, are already in the trash. No pizza rolls for dinner. Or anything else, for that matter, as we can't even make noodles without the milk and butter that were in the fridge.
Great end to the day. Not.