Natalie over at CWG assigned this months assignment, and unlike last month, where I was early, I am eeking in under the wire here.
Here’s the deal: Take a photograph of the inside of your refrigerator. NO DOCTORING the photos by taking out the junk food or running to the farm market tomorrow morning to stock the larder with fresh veggies. I’m looking for honesty…and I want to make sure that my fridge isn’t the worst offender out there.
dun dun dun!
Okay, for starters, my kitchen is about 10 times longer than it is wide justifying the crooked.
Also, I have my oven mitts on the door of the fridge because only the basement would be further away from the stove and really, what sense would THAT make.
We’re very His-N-Hers with everything. For example, I hate monkeys (thus the creepy baby monkey magnet) and I’m moody, so a Happy Bunny mood indicator just makes sense… right?
Meanwhile, I’ll blame the lateness of this post on 1) It’s so humid here that I’m sticking to my laptop 2) I’m lazy 3) I tend to think my fridge is boring.
At least I’ll be able to remedy issue #3…
BaileyBean here n I gets to show you the mostest MAJICAL machine in the WHHHHHHOOOLLEEe haus.
Dis is he “fridge”.
I likes it cuz it holds my gurmet fuds and lettuce!
I loves lettuce!
And it hols offer stuff too and well, I has to go over here nows.
Well, she knows she’s not getting any of MY lettuce!
Well, here we have “milk”. I say “milk” as “milk” because it’s skim and Steve (who, BTW, doesn’t really grocery shop) doesn’t seem to think that it qualifies as milk… I happen to be a fan of dressings and sauces, thus, the crazy amount condiments.
ewwww, processed meat
And here is where Steve’s pre-lunch is kept… all processed meats and processed cheese and oh, wait, the sour cream and spray butter are mine…
And we’ll end the tour with my FAVORITE part of the fridge, THE FREEZER
I love the freezer because it feels like a treasure hunt!
Most of the veggies are kept on the door (because I use them so much) but on the top shelf? Oh, it’s the top shelf! We have frozen shot glasses, little liquors, popcicles and let’s not forget the wide assortment of ice packs for when I get hurt.
well, okay, so, behind the fries is a STACK of icky swanson dinners (because his highness enjoys them, ick)… and more vegetables… oh, and some leftover frozen yogurt? Wait, that’s got to be um, disposed of… excuse me while I whip this out.