A fridge stole my parking place...

So the baby and I were running some errands yesterday.  Nothing major, a couple stores, a little lunch and a drive through at the bank.  Gone maybe two hours.  I round the corner to our house and start to pull in the driveway, but end up slamming on the brakes.  There's something in my driveway.  In my parking spot.  What the heck is that?!?!  A square brown block looking thing.  Ok, this is new....

I park the van, get the baby out, grab the stuff we bought and get her into the house.  First things first, I put the stuff we bought away, lay the little one down for her nap and wonder what the heck that is in the driveway.  With a hubby who works strange hours, six plus kids, and a handful of friends and family around, strange stuff ends up here every so often.  Sometimes it's tucked into my mailbox or on the stoop by the front door or even in the house if Mom stopped by since she has a key.  But hardly ever anything that size and left in the middle of the driveway.  I'm still wondering what the heck it is when I get everything settled and she drifts off to sleep.  So I take a peek out the window.  Yep, still there...

Hmmm...  Ok, as an added bonus it looks like it is going to rain any minute now.  So I put my shoes back on and head back outside to check this out.  Turns out it's a fridge.  A refridgerator....in my driveway.  What's up with that?!?  It's on older one, made to look like wood paneling, kinda small, I'm thinking apartment size.  No note, no messages on the answering machine, no missed calls on the cell phone..  This is odd, even for my house.  It still looks like rain and the hubby won't be home for hours, so now what?  Nobody in my neighborhood is home during the day, so no help there.  I manage to sort of pick it up and walk it into the foyer.  Man, that front step is taller than I thought.  On the bright side with no neighbors home, at least nobody saw me trying to carry this thing by myself.

So, now I've got a fridge in the foyer.  Not a clue...  First I thought maybe my oldest step-son is moving back in with us.  But then I'm thinking, nah even he would have called before just dropping appliances off.  A friend of the hubby's?  I could see that.  Heck, I've come home to find a truck in the driveway and the car gone before, so a fridge isn't that odd right?  No note though, usually they leave a note..  Maybe somebody is dropping one off for a neighbor and got the wrong house?  I finally settle on that theory and decide the hubby can deal with it when he gets home because there is no way I'm hauling it all the way over to a neighbors house by myself.

But several hours later, shortly before the hubby was due to get home, the phone rang.  The caller ID showed the number was the parent's house so I answer assuming it would be my mom as my dad and I haven't talked in almost a couple years now.  But nope, it was dad.  And here's how that went:

Dad:  "Did you find what I left for you?" 

Me:  "Ya mean the fridge?  Nope, missed that completely!?!?  Of course I saw the fridge, where did that come from?"

Apparently he was helping some lady move and she was going to throw it out and he thought I would want it.  I was good, I was polite.  I told him thanks and said I was sure we'd find a use for it.  What we are actually going to do with a old fake wood paneling mini-fridge is a whole other matter.  But...

Seriously, who does this?  Who tries to fix two years of not talking by putting an old fridge in the middle of your driveway?  On a day when it's about to rain, when no one is home, when the hubby won't be home for hours?  I was about to let it go.  He brought it over, I said thanks, life is good and we can just go back to not talking.  But mom called this morning...  Apparently dad had just left to go out driving around and she wanted to let me know in case he showed up at my place.  This just can't be good.  Either I'm going to go out one day and come home to find something like a couch in my driveway or dad seems to think it's time we start talking again.  Personally, I'm hoping for the couch...