At least that is what it sounds like. Yesterday evening the fridge changed its identity from the appliance that keeps food cool, to appliance that sounds like a beat up truck running in the driveway. This lovely model, from 2001, is more than meets the eye and takes a little practice to figure out. Anything too close to the back is frozen more solid then the top freezer and anything too close to the front ends up going bad. This should have been a sign to us, but we hoped to make it a few months before replacing it. I should say that I am grateful to have a fridge. Our last beautiful fridge (how I miss you!) was required to stay with our last house and the previous owners of our new house was kind enough to leave their elderly fridge behind.
All night we listened to the fridge and pleaded with it, "Please, make it through the night!" What a mess that would be to wake up to the entire contents spoiled. So far, it is surviving by a small thread until we replace it tonight. Multiple times Livy has gone into the kitchen, starred at the fridge and diagnosed it by saying, "broke."

Lucky for us, the President's Day sales are going on and we should get a good deal on something better. I'm making my list for what is on my top priority for a new appliance. More than 2 shelves inside would be nice, freezer with a little space, a silent model, one without the paint splatters from the previous owners, and anything but white.