Out with the lizard, in with the fridge
With the help of G, I found a new home for Ingrid the bearded dragon. G found a friend of a friend of a friend to take Ingrid away to a better lizard life, including her huge-ass terrarium and a small bounty of accumulated lizard-caring goods. She hadn't been getting the tender love and affection a gentle lizard of her nature deserved. And considering you really don't have to pay that much attention to the beasts, I suppose that's saying something.

We also replaced the semi-broken (leaking, dark, rusty-ice-making), diminutive white refrigerator with a giant, stainless steel, gleaming monolith of cooling. This is the first major durable goods purchase we've shared the cost on. It's 3" taller, 2" thicker, and 3" wider than the previous. All the ladies in the LJ house are fanning themselves now, I'm sure.

In terms of life transitions this is small beans, but for me is more of the melon sized proportions. I'm a packrat by nature and getting rid of anything is hard. It's much easier, feels safer, better, to just hold on to things "just in case." The leaky fridge is heading to leaky fridge heaven and is not in fact hanging out in the garage waiting for a second coming. The lizard and her 2.5' x 4' home are living out the last half of their lives with someone who can give her more attention and probably isn't weighing the necessity of every used square foot of space in their domicile. The guy who picked her up couldn't actually take the terrarium on that trip because he was also picking up a trampoline on the way home. Adding a lizard and a trampoline to the mix on the same day, crazy.

Now to replace the broken stove, fix the leaky toilet, recaulk the shower, replace the downstairs floor.....