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The Barn Mahal is the gift that keeps on giving. It grows. It changes. It morphs into something I no longer recognize as a barn.
Why do I say this?
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Because last week my husband took me shopping for the next addition to his man cave extraordinaire.
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He wants a refrigerator.
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And because he’s a man who demands instant gratification, he wanted to go home with it that day… which we quickly discovered was impossible. Thank you Covid 19…. yet another reason you suck.
All the refrigerators pictured on this blog, every last one of the small barn appropriate models that were on the display floor?
Unavailable.
It was enough to send us to our local pub for a drink… or two, and lunch.
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Which for me was a massive fried haddock sandwich with homemade onion rings. For the husband?
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A tool box and the light filtering blind we bought for the window we always sit in front of. The sun shines through it something fierce and we were tired of our bartender talking to us with his hand over his eyes.
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For this kindness we refused payment… support your local businesses!…but received 4 free drinks when the bill was presented.
A win win.
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And then it was back to the elusive we’ll show it to you but you can’t have it, neener neener refrigerator shopping.
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The absolutely only one anyone had in stock was this small, wonderfully inexpensive model.
The husband vetoed that. Not enough room for beer.
So we spent a fruitless day, visited 7 stores and ended up coming home to order this one online.
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Ample beer storage will be had…
But not for a week or two.
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