My fridge died this weekend.
We've had our beloved black side-by-side for nearly 10 years, it has served us well and never complained about never being clean. I will miss it, the new one just won't be the same. (Seriously: the side-by-sides are all soooooooooooo cheesy nowadays, I never thought I'd have to settle for a top-mount but oh well. Maybe it won't go with us when we get out of here.) May the old one go on to a better place when someone comes to take it out this week, perhaps I will finally get the floorboard underneath that space fixed. And at least it happened THIS weekend instead of LAST weekend.
If it wasn't this, it would be something else. Pretty much how I look at all of life.