Those are Beau’s famous words every time I have to help him move some sort of large piece of furniture (up the stairs with me being on the bottom end) or appliance or do some other manly thing that I don’t want to do. If I even utter a sound or sigh, he gives me the look and I know the phrase is soon to follow.
Here he is about to make that statement (after I was informed I had to help him move the refrigerator from the kitchen to the garage).

Not just any refrigerator … a FULL refrigerator. Beau tapes it shut so all our food doesn’t come flying out.

Beau then measures (after the refrigerator is unplugged and waiting to be moved) the doorway from the kitchen to the rest of the house and realizes it is not going to fit that way. Plan B is to move it through the French doors which lead to our small patio.Β 
Problem emerged. The dang thing wouldn’t fit through the gate. We stood there a while trying to figure out how we were going to get this sucker out. Beau ended up taking the gate off and we shimmied it through. This was a major tight squeeze. I think we scratched it up a bit.

So, now, we had to push and pull the refrigerator through our yard to the front gate …

and then the most embarrassing part … down the street to get to our garage (we have a weird house layout … don’t ask). K Belle snapped this as we were pushing it on the street. The shame.

The Good News … New refrigerator here tomorrow between 11 and 1 p.m.Β There will be rejoicing!

(Random thought here … refrigerator has no “d,” but fridge does. That’s stupid.)