Okay problem solved appareantly the propane gods love cursing, and lots of it. I "re-leveled" the fridge because the nasty fridge unleveling gnomes must have crawled around to play yet another trick on me, promised my secondborn child to the trailer Gods (jokes on them I'm done having children) cursed like a trucker, and sat for 20 minutes fiddling, begging, pleading, rocks digging into my lower half becasue I was to darned determined to get this going and VIOLA the trailers/propane gods took pity on me. Now to see if it stays going.....and for those of you who might have secretly wished I kicked the bucket so they could gain access to my
Scamp all I can say is not this weeek my friends...