My wife, myself, three adult children, a cat, and a dog; that’s our household. So imagine what the fridge looks like. Don’t even try to imagine how the back of the fridge looks. I view it as a sort of journey into the Heart of Darkness. The trays, drawers, the unimaginable back recesses!
It all gets pulled apart at regular intervals, “who does this belong to?” Because everyone has different food interests, allergies, and diets. I’m lactose intolerant, but it doesn’t stop my ice cream habit; someone else has a hatred for gluten. The dog and the food cans are in there, also. “Where is the…Mayo, BarBQue sauce, mustard, or salsa are the sounds of regular kitchen life.
It grew bad enough that the fridge was subdivided into one in a daughter’s room for her special diet needs and one on the porch for my wife’s food prepping for meals.
But I only have one question. Why the hell am I still lost in the rear of the dammed fridge like I’m looking for Colonel Kurtz in Apocolypse Now when all I want is the damned yogurt!
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LOL! I’d suggest commandeering a vegetable bin/drawer unto yourself and labeling it “DAD’s.” (“MOM’s” is 90% effective!)
They’d move it to the back of the fridge.
This is so weird. I mentioned the other day that only the first few sentences of you post show up in my WordPress Reader on my iPhone, so in order to read your entire post I have to go to your site. But because of this stupid, annoying bug in the WordPress iOS app, I can’t post a comment when I’m visiting your site, so I have to go back to the Reader after leaving your site in order to post a comment. Grrr.
I was trying to respond to your comment, and the Reader told me that comments were closed. This was after I wrote a comment and had to use a sign in box telling me that I was me that I was commenting as me.
Yesterday the shop I’ve been trying to set up displayed photos I had not inserted. For this I’m paying money?
Some other company should set up, and steal their customer base.
I think I fixed the problem on my end. We’ll see tomorrow.
I can’t comment on your actual website, only on the shadow reader version. Lucky for you, Lou, that means fewer comments from me.
My fridge is exactly like that.
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