Durable Goods

My kitchen has a very bad odor. I've cleaned and cleaned. Thrown away produce, mopped the floor, done the dishes and cleaned the drains, even scrubbed the door frame. It is coming from the refrigerator. Mind you, this has not been an easy conclusion to come to. The smell is bad. Bad especially in light of the extreme August heat and humidity. Bad enough that even though I was determined to find the culprit, I did not want to sniff it directly. So find the bad smell, but try not to smell it. Right. Initial whiffs of the inside of the fridge revealed nothing unusual. It's coming from behind the grate on the bottom. Common sense would tell you to get in there and clean and/or fix the problem. Instead, my craving to buy a major appliance was triggered. Yes, I harbor fantasies of picking out my very own washing machine, stove, or refrigerator. Not one that came with the house or was a donation from the cousin of this guy my uncle works with. Is it because I'm so hopelessly broke right now that only a huge, major purchase could make me feel better? Don't know, but I spent the day wiping my drool off of beautiful, stainless steel, french door, freezer on the bottom iceboxes with humidity controlled crispers, doors that can hold gallon jugs, and a choice of crushed or cubed ice in your filtered water which is dispensed perfectly from the outside. I went home to vacuum off the condenser coils and clean the drain pan of my ancient avocado abomination and pout about its lack of digital temp control.