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A few weeks ago, Dan decided that Sunday was cleaning day.  He gave everyone a different list of chores and we all got busy.

One of my chores was to clean the refrigerator.  Not just clean it out – ridding ourselves of the icky science experiment-type stuff – but clean it, too.  I set to work, doing one area at a time, top to bottom.  I cleared everything off of a shelf, scrubbed the shelf, wiped down anything nasty, threw out anything that was green and not supposed to be in there and then replaced the good stuff to the newly cleaned shelf.  Things were going swimmingly.  Until I got to the verrrry last door bin on the refrigerator door.

We have four bins, all of which are four-sided and simply hook into the door.  Except for one, that is.  The bottom bin. This bin is only three-sided, so it’s back is really the door to the fridge.  Not realizing this, I pulled the bin off of the door in the same manner as I had all the others – with all the condiments still in it.

While this had worked the first three times, it did NOT work with the last bin.  Due to the stupid different design, when I pulled it off all of the condiments went crashing to the floor, as did the bin.  Which broke.

Guess how much a Frigidaire replacement door bin costs?  About $40.  Forty bucks for a plastic refrigerator door bin. Hating to do it, but having no choice, I ordered the replacement.  When it arrived a few days later, I carefully installed it and went on about my life.

Until today.

I opened the fridge to put something away and the new bin came crashing down – onto my toe, slicing it open – and then falling to the floor.  Where it broke.

As the blood poured to the floor and the condiments rolled throughout the kitchen, all I could do was stand there and stare at the broken bin.  The forty f*cking dollar bin.

I could get a pedicure with that.  Have a nice meal out.  Get a few hours from the babysitter.  Buy a gallon and a half of paint.  Get two tickets to Kiddieland.

But, no.  I’m not going to do any of those things.  No.  I’m going to buy ANOTHER refrigerator door bin.

And maybe a pair of steel-toed boots.