Take a careful look at this picture and tell me what’s missing:
No, not a clown car full of peacocks. Where did you come up with that idea, weirdo? Our refrigerator! We traded it in for an abstract rendering of dust, cobwebs and rust. The unidentified yellow residue really pulls the whole thing together, don’t you think?
For some unknown reason the people buying our home did not want our 15 year old fridge with broken ice maker and non-functional water dispenser. Since both my mother and I are moving to apartments with refrigerators and don’t have the need to deep freeze any bodies in a spare fridge, she sold it.
We still have another fridge in the garage, so my TV dinners are in no danger of going rancid. But it’s going to be quite odd these next two weeks when I have to go out to the garage to get any sodas, fruit, veggies, or meat. But who am I to complain? I did ask her to hide the ice cream. Maybe she’s just thinking outside of the box. I’ve heard of people locking their fridge’s closed, but has anyone gone so far as to move it out of the kitchen before? How many calories do you think the extra walking will burn off?