It’s 10:30 on Friday night. Remember when you couldn’t tell your mom what you were up to 10:30 most Friday nights?
This is how you know when you are middle-aged: you actually do tell your mom what you’re doing at 10:30 on a Friday night. And what you have, in fact, been doing for a couple of hours already.
It’s called “clearing out and cleaning in and around the old fridge because the effing delivery people have told you that they will be delivering your new fridge on Saturday morning at 7:30”. That’s 7:30 in the morning, people. On an effing Saturday!
I haven’t seen very many 7:30s on a Saturday morning in my lifetime. I am most emphatically not a morning person. That is why I’m emptying the fridge and cleaning now. I know myself, and I know there is no way I will get up early enough tomorrow to do all that before the delivery people arrive. So I’m having a most exciting Friday night, preparing now so I’ll be ready on time tomorrow.
Oh yeah, I sure know how to have fun. Don’t you just wish you were me?
(At least, my back doesn’t hurt any more, even with all this cleaning!)