A Beautiful Celebration

This weekend was just wonderful! My Goddaughter and her fiancé got married on Saturday. I was honored to be able to DJ the wedding for them.

Before I tell you more, I want to give a little backstory. Just after we rang in the year 2020, and before Covid closed everything, I blogged about my Goddaughter and her mom. I think in order to fully understand what I was feeling this weekend, it is worth revisiting:

January 1, 2020

Today, we met one of my oldest and dearest friends for lunch. Margaret and I have been friends since junior high. We are both Italian. My folks loved her, and her folks loved me. I think they probably both thought that we would date or something, but that never happened. We both went to a few dances together, but that was about as close to “dating” as it got. We were just really good friends and that made us both happy. We were officers in band together, we dressed up as twins for Twin Day, she and I both took a senior picture together, and spent many hours on the phone. She was/is one of my best friends!

When her daughter, Marissa, was born she asked me to be her Godfather. I was honored to do it. A Godfather is a very important role for an Italian. When I got married the first time, sadly, I saw less and less of Margaret and my Goddaughter. Whenever I was supposed to get together with them, I was always informed that we couldn’t go or we had something to do with my ex’s family. (If you have followed this blog for any length of time, you are well aware of the narcissism that I dealt with and how miserable my life had become.)

After the divorce, Margaret was one of the first to reach out to me. She completely understood what was going on. Her forgiveness meant everything to me. I hurt her. I was hurt, too. I lost many years of our friendship, and I lost so many moments with my Goddaughter. After all of that, Margaret (and many other friends) had every right to just stop talking to me, but our friendship meant so much, that we have picked up where we left off.

When I attended my Goddaughter’s 21st birthday party, I pulled her aside and apologized for missing so many important things in her life. How do you explain that to someone? As I looked back on the past, my stomach was in knots. I was sickened to think of how I must have made so many people feel. She didn’t bat an eye, however, and told me she loved me and we all enjoyed a great evening! I remember driving home from her party crying my eyes out. It wasn’t fair to her that I missed so many things. It makes me angry to know that I missed so much, but I am also happy that I can try to make up for lost time with her!

Sam and I were going to see what Margaret and her husband, Walt, were doing on New Year’s Eve and found out she was working that night. So they met us at one of the nearby bars for lunch on New Year’s Day. We enjoyed some amazing burgers, and enjoyed good conversation. There is always a lot of laughter when we get together, story telling with wild hand gestures (it is the Italian in us!) and usually some profanity! It was truly a wonderful afternoon. We hope to be able to do it more often!

During lunch, Margaret said something that struck a chord. It was something that made me sad, and happy at the same time. She said, “I have seen you more and talked to you more in the past two years, that the entire time you were married.” This made me sad, because of what I touched on early – a great friendship almost destroyed as well as the relationship between my Goddaughter and me, all because of the stupidity of someone else. It made me happy to know that our friendship remains and will grow even stronger in the years ahead.

Shortly After That

My daughter Ella was born just over a month later. Margaret and Walt made the drive up to the hospital that night with Olive Garden dinners for Sam and me, and also a ton of soup and breadsticks for the hospital staff on our floor!

Ella loves her Aunt Margaret. Margaret has shown so much love to her and Andrew. Ella thanks God for her every night when she prays. Margaret refers to them as “my babies!” Thanks to technology, they love being able to video chat with her anytime!

Last week, Margaret and I got into one of those deep conversations. The years I missed came up. The deep regret that I hate thinking about . The “What Ifs” and such. We had been talking about my kids. She told me that she had always wanted to do that for my older boys, too! Thanks to my ex, that was never to be. All the hurt I felt about missing time with Marissa and I never really realized just how much hurt Margaret felt about missing time with my boys.

Sigh. On to happier stuff….

September 23, 2023

Saturday, I arrived at the breathtaking tree farm where the wedding was to be held. The first person I saw was the groom to be, Connor. He’s a great guy and I know that he is going to be a great husband. I asked him if he was nervous, and he said he was. Marissa and Connor have been together for 7 years. They are perfect together. I don’t remember what I told him, but I assured him all would go well.

When Marissa arrived, they shuffled Connor into the lodge area so he couldn’t see her. She came over and embraced me for a hug. She didn’t even have her dress on yet, and she was just stunning. We talked a briefly and then she was off to get ready.

I saw Margaret out in front of the lodge as I parked my father-in-law’s truck (which he let me borrow so I could fit everything in it!). She was busy putting out fires on the cell phone and with people at the venue.

It didn’t take me too long to get set up. It was hot, so I was glad I hadn’t arrived in my suit. I went to change and by then, we were about an hour and a half away from the ceremony. The families all came out and the photographers got pictures done before the ceremony, which you don’t see too often. But I get it, the sun was perfect and I know that they got some amazing pictures. I, however, only got two. One of Margaret and me, and the other with Marissa.

The ceremony was just wonderful. I was sitting next to Chris, a mutual friend of Margaret and me. She asked if I was going to need a tissue. I told her probably, but I passed her back the tissue pack. Once Marissa and her dad began walking down the aisle, I could feel those tears well up.

Their officiant knew both of them very well and shared some very funny stories. At the same time, he was very professional. Marissa and Connor each wrote their own vows. They read like a love story. Wow, the looks that they gave each other throughout the ceremony and the sharing of their vows….. It was a powerful example of true love. Again, I held back tears.

I’ve DJ’s many weddings, but this was the first where a grand entrance was timed down to the second! They entered to Natalie Cole’s This Will Be (An Everlasting Love). I had a cue sheet with the time and the lyrics along with the couples that were entering at that time. They had it timed perfectly.

After the grand entrance, Marissa and Connor had put together a dance for their first song. It was such a joy to watch these two execute their moves to perfection. I was glad that a little hiccup that could have meant me not having their song was an easy fix. In all my years doing weddings, this was only the third time the bride and groom had choreographed their first dance. It was beautiful.

It was after this that I saw Margaret become “that Italian mom.” Let me explain. No one had filled the glasses of the head table and when we went to do toasts, there was nothing to toast! They decided to let people eat and they would toast during dinner while someone filled glasses. That someone – was Margaret. She came busting out of the lodge with bottle of wine in each hand. She walked to every person with an empty glass and asked, “White or red?”

She was the first table called to eat after the head table. Yet, she was like the last in line to eat! I had to tell her to get a plate. She naturally swore at me and moved through the buffet line.

Toasts from the Best Man, Maid of Honor, and the fathers of both the Bride and Groom followed. The Best Man impressed me with a perfect line. He stated that he and Connor had been best friends forever. He stated that he was happy to give up that title, because Marissa would now forever be his best friend. Good stuff!

After dinner, Marissa danced with her dad and Connor danced with his mom. Then the dance floor opened for the night. Music was not an issue, as they had given me plenty of songs to choose from. There is never enough time to get through the entire list. There were plenty of requests and the crowd seemed to be having a good time.

I naturally brought out the groom and the groomsmen, who had no idea why I called them out to the floor. I passed out a cowboy hat, and Indian head dress, a policeman’s hat, a sailor hat, and a biker hat. I led them through some silly moves and we did the YMCA together. This is always silly and they guys had fun. I even got to embarrass myself as I walked through the crown lip synching “Can’t Help Falling In Love” by Elvis with my terrible Elvis wig.

There were so many things from the evening that I will remember, but the one thing that will stick with me forever is just how beautiful Marissa looked.

I am so happy for her. I am excited to hear about all the things that are ahead for her and Connor. Random thought: Is he now my Godson-in-law? I’d be ok with that.

On my hour drive home, there was a lot of time to think about the day. I smiled again as I recalled the vows, the first dance, the last dance, and more. I had to pull over when the sadness crept in with the memory of the lost time with her. I had to remind myself that that is all in the past, and there will be more happy days ahead. Plenty of happy days, I am sure of it!

Congratulations to Marissa and Connor. Your love for each other will carry you through the tough storms … and God will get you through the rest!

I love you both!

Birthday Rerun

“That voice!”

I admit to being someone who has used that phrase before. When I am asked why I like a particular song or singer, many times it is because of their amazing vocals. A couple years ago, I did a feature called “Tune Tuesday,” where I would feature a song I liked. I’m not sure why I stopped doing it. Maybe it needs to be brought back.

Anyway, this blog rerun is an old Tune Tuesday piece I wrote about a singer who celebrates a birthday today. Andrea Bocelli turns 65 years old today. He is proof that a beautiful melody and a beautiful voice are all you need sometimes. Why do I say that? Read on.

For that particular Tune Tuesday, I picked a song that Bocelli sings that I have NO IDEA what he is saying! That’s where looking up the lyrics helped. Join me and give Vieni Sul Mar a listen again in celebration of his birthday …

Tune Tuesday – Vieni Sul Mar

Murray Musings

The great Bill Murray is 73 today. He is in some of my favorite films (Stripes, Caddyshack, Groundhog Day, etc…). There are so many great stories about him and many make you wonder if they are true or not.

In celebration, I stumbled on some great quotes from Bill and thought I’d share:

“Whatever you do, always give 100%. Unless you’re donating blood.”
“This is not a dress rehearsal; this is your life.”
“The best way to teach your kids about taxes is by eating 30 percent of their ice cream.”
“People are like music. Some speak the truth, and others are just noise.”
“A movie like ‘Caddyshack,’ I can walk on a golf course, and some guy will be screaming entire scenes at me and expecting me to do it word for word with him. It’s like, ‘Fella. I did that once. I improvised that scene. I don’t remember how it goes.’ But I’m charmed by it. I’m not like, ‘Hey, knock it off’. It’s kind of cool.”
“I try to be available for life to happen to me. We’re in this life, and if you’re not available, the sort of ordinary time goes past, and you didn’t live it. But if you’re available, life gets huge. You’re really living it.”
“I made a lot of mistakes and realized I had to let them go. Don’t think about your errors or failures. Otherwise, you’ll never do a thing.”
“Every moment that you share someone else’s pain, feel what they feel, makes you more human.”
“The automatic things you do are basically those things that keep you from doing the better things you need to do.”
“I think we’re all sort of imprisoned by – or at least bound to – the choices we make… You want to say no at the right time, and you want to say yes more sparingly.”
“Just beat my record for most consecutive days without dying. The secret is to have a sense of yourself, your real self, your unique self. And not just once in a while, or once a day, but all through the day, the week and life.”
“The last time doesn’t exist. It’s only this time. And everything is going to be different this time. There’s only now.”
“Common sense is like deodorant. The people who need it most never use it.”
“Melancholy is kind of sweet sometimes, I think. It’s not a negative thing. It’s not a mean thing. It’s just something that happens in life, like autumn.”
“If you can consciously let yourself get taken and see where you go, that’s an exercise. That’s discipline. To follow the scent. Let yourself go and see what happens. That takes a bit of courage.”
“Friendship is so weird. You just pick a human you’ve met and you’re like, ‘Yep, I like this one,’ and you just do stuff with them.”
“Life is a game, and it’s much more fun if you play it as your own game, so stay light and loose and relaxed.”

There are plenty of books on Bill, should you be so inclined to read them:

Happy Birthday, Bill! Thanks for the laughs and words of wisdom.

Did I Lose My Sense of Taste?

Remember in the movie Ratatouille when the food critic tastes the ratatouille and he is immediately taken back to when he was a kid? I have always believed that this is totally possible and have had it happen to me on many occasions. It is true bliss when a food tastes so good that it conjures up a good memory.

On the other hand, there are also times where you look forward to eating something and are completely disappointed. That just happened to me this week.

On a recent trip to Sam’s Club, we loved seeing all of the Halloween decorations that were on display. With Halloween, they usually bring out the “Monster” cereals that I loved as a kid. We happened to see a display where they had packaged 3 of the well known flavors with a new flavor. My wife chuckled and said to buy it.

Count Chocula and Frankenberry were always my favorites. I couldn’t wait to crack open a box and eat it. The kids had tried the Count Chocula, so that was the one I tried first. It was the first disappointment.

As soon as I poured it into the bowl, I noticed that it smelled as good as I remembered. When I took a bite, though, it was a major let down. I felt like there was no taste whatsoever. I remember it tasting chocolatey – like a good bowl of Cocoa Puffs – but that was not the case. It was disgusting. I felt like the box would have tasted better.

I decided that maybe something with a bit more flavor might be better, so I tried the Frankenberry the next day. Again, the smell was as good as I remember, but there was barely a hint of “berry” to it. It was so bland.

What happened, General Mills?! I know that if the cereal tasted like this when I was a kid, I would not have been so excited to have a bowl as an adult. What a let down. I suppose from now on, I will look at the characters on the box and smile while I remember that it USED to be good.

Swapping Old Radio Stories

I’ve said it before and I will say it again, social media is great for catching up with old friends. However, I can honestly say that it cannot beat catching up in person.

In 1988, my radio career started at WKSG, Kiss-FM in Detroit. I met so many great people there, and many I am still friends with. A couple years before I was let go, the station hired a new Production Director.

Cam Smith was no stranger to radio. He was in radio long before that seed was planted in my mind. As a matter of fact, he worked at many of the stations (or in buildings) that I would eventually work at, too.

He’s been living in Florida for sometime and we reconnected on Facebook quite a few years back. He recently messaged me to tell me that he was coming up to Michigan and wanted to get together while he was in town. He gave me some dates to look at and we decided that today would work.

As I left the house this morning, my wife said, “How long do you think you’ll be gone?” I told her that Cam and I hadn’t seen each other in 30 years, so it could be a bit. She smiled and knew that would be the case.

We met at the Tim Horton’s close to my house. The only thing that’s changed is we’re both a bit greyer and he still has more hair than me! We grabbed coffee and a sandwich and the radio stories began to flow.

He had already met with many radio folks over the past few days. He was posting pictures on his Facebook page. It was fun to see many of them, as I worked with some of them, too. He got together with the WSAM/WKCQ – Saginaw gang as well as the WTRX-Flint folks. He told me some great stories that I had never heard before about the hijinks from those places and the talk incorporated many of the mutual radio people we had both worked with.

It was so great to sit and talk about our Kiss-FM Program director, Paul Christy. Paul, gave me my big break in radio and he was there when Cam was hired. There were many stories about Paul and a whole lot of laughs. We were both laughing so hard at times, I thought they might kick us out.

Our age has caught up with us, though. There were way too many times that we were like, “What was the name of that promotions guy who was there?” or “Do you remember that one listener who used to come out to all the car cruises?” Then at the same time, there were plenty of things that jogged my memory about things I had forgotten. Things like former station call letters or formats, old promos that ran, and sales people I had forgotten. There are things that we talked about that I have saved as MP3 that he’s never heard that I need to send him, so I’ll be going through the hard drives later this week.

The sad thing is that there is never enough time. I know we could have easily spent another 4 hours telling stories, but I had to leave and head to work. I couldn’t be happier to spend time sharing stories and reliving great memories. I hope it isn’t so long between visits next time and that maybe we can get more folks together to share with us.

What a great time! Thanks, Cam! It was so great to see you. Safe travels back home, buddy!

Nature is Amazing!

The kids and I had a neat experience the other morning. I went to take the garbage out to the road. When I went to grab the last can, I saw this amazing caterpillar on the rim. It was huge!

I rushed back into the house and had the kids come outside to see. They were captivated. I went and grabbed a stick so the caterpillar could climb onto it.

It was so cool to see their reactions! Andrew really loved it!

Ella said, “He’s got to find a tree so he can make a chrysalis and turn into a butterfly!”

She went with Andrew on a field trip to a local nature preserve and she remembered that caterpillars go into the chrysalis before turning into a butterfly. She is so smart!

Since we already had it on a stick, we walked over to our neighbors tree and it moved to the branch. Ella and Andrew were in awe watching it move from the stick to the tree.

We found out later after searching the net that this will turn into a Cecropia Moth. A friend even posted a photo on Facebook for us.

This was such a cool experience for me and the kids. I don’t think I’d ever seen a caterpillar that big outside of a zoo. Who knows, maybe it will come back to say hello when it makes it change…

Installation Complete!

I suppose I should have let you know this sooner, especially after my appliance rant a week ago.

You will be happy to know that the refrigerator and the stove both arrived when they were supposed to. What a relief!

Pardon the small fingerprints on the stainless steel, but Andrew is loving the new dishwasher! That went in first. There was plenty of things that we had to do to get it all wired up and ready to go, but it is in place and working.

We got a laugh when we started it up and it began to drain. My father in law and I forgot to connect the tube to the garbage disposal, so we flooded the kitchen. At least it was an easy fix.

The fridge arrived Friday morning. No issues getting it in the door this time. Once it was up in the kitchen, we breathed a sigh of relief when we saw that it would indeed fit in the space the old fridge was in. Once small hiccup happened as we attempted to attach the water line. For some reason (unknown at the time) the water was still flowing from the water line – even though I had shut all the water off.

Yeah, I forgot there is also a shut off that goes directly to the water line. Once we figured that out, a bit of new tube and a couple connectors and we were in business!

It will take some getting used to with the freezer on the bottom. We had a side by side before. Andrew, of course, loves to open up the drawers and play with the ice cubes.

The stove came shortly after that. I was already on the road to work, but the guys came in and connected the whole thing up and plugged it in. Bingo! It’s done!

LOL – Of course, the shiny new appliances show you just how messy the house is in the reflection.

I’m just glad that it is all done and we finally have everything in place. There is an entire new feel to the kitchen.

Book Recommendation: The 9th Man by Steve Berry

I’ve been fascinated by the JFK assassination since I was a kid. My grandmother had a book on her shelf that was called 4 Days. It had many pictures from November 22, 1963. There were plenty of photos that I had never seen before.

I spent countless hours looking at that book. When we had to write a report on a historical event for school, I naturally wrote about the assassination. My grandmother also had saved many of the local newpapers from the days that followed the assassination. I remember borrowing them for my research.

In the years following I have read many accounts on the events of that day. Most of those accounts were based on theories of who really shot the President or new “evidence” and stuff like that. But there have also been some fantastic fiction novels with the events of that day playing a major role (Stephen King’s 11/22/63 is a favorite).

I have read many of Steve Berry’s books and enjoyed most of them. This is the first book I have read where he wrote with someone else – Grant Blackwood. The books premise is based on another book (based on a theory that the shot that killed JFK may have come from a secret service agent) called Mortal Error.

Here is the Goodreads synopsis:

From New York Times bestselling author of the Cotton Malone series comes a thrilling, action-packed historical adventure that sends Luke Daniels on an international manhunt for the truth about the assassination of President John Kennedy.

Luke Daniels is in London, between assignments with the Magellan Billet, when he receives a frantic call from an old friend. Jillian Stein is in trouble. She made a mistake and now her life may be in danger. She needs Luke’s help. Immediately. Racing to Belgium Luke quickly finds that she was right. A shadow team of highly-trained operatives are there on the hunt. Intervening, he finds himself embroiled in a war between two determined sides — one seeking the truth, the other trying to escape the past — a war that has already claimed one life and is about to claim more.

Thomas Rowland is a Washington insider, a kingmaker, problem-solver, but also a man with a past. For him everything turns with what happened on November 22, 1963 in Dallas, Texas. What history has recorded is wrong. There is more to the story, much more, and Thomas Rowland is at the center of that terrible reality. But forces are working against him, and Rowland will do anything to keep the world from learning what actually happened on that fateful day, including killing Luke, Jillian and anyone else who might be a threat.

In a race from Belgium, to Luxembourg, to the bayous of Louisiana and the Wyoming wilderness, to a final confrontation in the Bahamas, Luke Daniels confronts a series of shocking truths which not only rewrite history but will forever change his own life — as he comes face to face with the ninth man.

All in all, I enjoyed this one. Steve Berry rarely has disappointed me. He is so good at incorporating historical events into his stories.

Beat It, Grandpa!

I just finished reading my friend Britta’s blog. She is in Scotland and I enjoy her posts. (You can follow her here: https://brittasblog422041504.wordpress.com/ )

Today, she wrote about going to get her flu shot. The person administering the shot saw her age – 53 (same as me) – and called her a “young hen!” This made me smile. 53 is young! This is proof, right?! I need to run up to the local Tim Horton’s and let the gal at the drive thru window read her blog!

A couple days ago, I had both of the kids in the car. They were in their car seats and being unusually loud. I was getting a coffee and some Tim Bits for them. The woman handed me my coffee, which I set in the cup holder, and the donuts, which I set on the seat next to me. As she handed me my debit card, the kids got really loud and I kind of gave her a “kids will be kids” look. She handed me my card back and said, “Take us for a ride, GRANDPA!”

It took a second for that to register, and had there not been about 5 cars behind us, I may have said something. Instead, I drove away. Ok, it did bug me a bit. I know I have some grey in my beard, but I’m only 53! I’m still YOUNG – well, at least according to that flu shot gal…

Thanks, for reminding me that we are still young, Britta. Next time I drive through for donuts, I may open them up and throw a few at her … and hopefully not throw out my shoulder!

Appliance Angina

Two Friday nights ago, I came home and went to sleep. In the middle of the night Sam nudges me and says, “Keith! What is that?!” I hear this ungodly growly/grumbling/gurgling sound. I hop out of bed and slowly made my way to the door. Once I opened the door, I could hear other noises accompanying the ones we heard from the bedroom.

It was then that I could tell that our refrigerator was breathing its last breaths. It was making some noises that I had never heard before. Saturday morning, it was running fine, however, we realized that we needed to go get a new one.

I measured the old one. I obtained the cubic feet and had every thing I thought we would need and decided to shop for one over the weekend.

It was then that Sam told me that it was about time to get a new stove/oven. The temperature of the oven, never matched what we set it at. This made baking especially difficult. We decided that we would get one of those too.

Sam also pointed out that it was also time to get a dishwasher and that sometimes, they had deals when you bundled them all together. We added one of those to the list, too.

You got all that so far? Refrigerator, stove, and dishwasher. Go ahead and give yourself a rough estimate of the costs in your head. Cha-CHING! Thank God for the Labor Day sales!

We ran some numbers and shopped around and figured out the best deals. Lowes had a nice deal on a stove and dishwasher, so we ordered them from there. For the fridge, we opted for Menards. All of them were stainless steel and all the same brand, so all was good, right? Hold tight, dear reader, the fiasco is just about to begin!

The dishwasher and stove were to be delivered first. We received the call the day before giving us the window of when they were coming. It was going to be just after I left for work, so Sam was waiting for them. I hadn’t been to work more than 10 minutes when I got her call.

“Where the hell is my stove!?”

I asked her what she was talking about and she said that they had only delivered the dishwasher. I called Lowes and gave them the order number. They told me that the order stated that we “carried the stove out of the store.” I told them that they could check their videos, because the only thing we left with were some Halloween decorations!

I asked them why I would only have one appliance delivered and not both! They made some calls and told me that they would deliver the stove two days later. I told them I appreciated them sorting things out, and hoped that everything was set.

The next day the refrigerator was to be delivered. I was driving to work when they called to tell me that they would be at the house shortly. I explained that the kit for the waterline was in the kitchen for them to hook it up. The guy told me that they didn’t do that. I informed him that the people at Menards said that we needed to have the kit or they wouldn’t hook it up. The guy told me that they were not allowed to hook it up for insurance reasons. I was furious! I told him ok and I called Sam and told her to expect them.

Shortly afterward, Sam called to say that they were taking the fridge back to the store. When I asked why, they told her it wouldn’t fit through the door. They were not allowed to unbox it on the porch. They were not allowed to leave it on the porch. They were also not allowed to take the fridge doors off to get it through the door. You can only imagine how angry I was.

I called Menards and got someone on the phone who told me that “everyone is sue happy” and that was the reason they cannot do those things. I told them to refund the money to my card and I’d be back to find a smaller fridge. It was after that they they told me that since they were technically at the house, the delivery fee was not refundable!

Back to the stove. The day it was supposed to be delivered they called to say that they had to delay it another day. This may or may not have been the day that there was trouble with the delivery truck. Things are all starting to run together. At any rate, they next day, they called to tell us that they had sold the stove and we’d have to wait again.

I went off on the gal at the store. She told me that she would have the manager call us back. He finally did and once again arranged for a delivery. That delivery didn’t happen either. Once again, we called and it was finally supposed to be delivered today. We waited for the pre-delivery call last night. It never came.

Sam called first thing this morning and they told her it was not coming. She asked to speak to a manager and they said one would call us back. I answered the phone and this guy got an earful. How many times are you going to tell me you are coming? How many days did we rearrange our lives, work schedules, babysitters, etc only to have it not show? He assures me that it will be delivered tomorrow and refunded us 15% of the price. In my opinion, it was not enough, but hopefully the stove will be here tomorrow.

Back to the fridge.

We happened to have last night together and we went up to Menards. I had the measurements that we needed to get a fridge that will fit through the door. I felt bad for the gal who was helping us, because I told her how ridiculous it was that they couldn’t unbox it and get it in the house. I explained about the delivery charge and told her that whoever I had talked to said that sometimes a general manager could waive a fee – he didn’t. So now, I had to get a fridge that was not on sale, so it cost us more, and we will have to pay to have this one delivered, too! It is also supposed to be delivered tomorrow.

I truly hope that both of these appliances arrive tomorrow and that there are no issues getting them into my house! I am not sure they are going to want to hear from me if something else goes wrong!!!