That sweet tinkle in my glass


Once upon a time, about four years ago, Secret Agent Man and I bought a lovely, chic black refridgerator. When the terribly fine delivery men were finished installing it, we found the ice maker did not work properly. Secret Agent Man piped right up and said that he could sure fix it. Fast forward four years and there still was not a working ice maker in this house. Secret Agent Man really got a bee in his bonnet this weekend, because he fixed it! *insert heavenly choir* I have been listening to those ice cubes falling into their freezer bucket all day. It has given me a thrill beyond measure....

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