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Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Greetings from my Fridge




Apparently his name is Bob, and he has been living in my fridge since halloween or sometime thereabout. Kinda reminds me of my grandma with her teeth out. It's ok, she's dead and hot again and won't mind the comparison. I bet she even gets a kick out of it.

Hey grandma! You up there reading? Just checking.

Yes, in case you were wondering, this is what my fridge looks like on any given day of the week. Bob shares a shelf with the beans from when we had tostadas over a month ago but I couldn't bring myself to throw away the last bit of beans but I obviously couldn't bring myself to eat them, either. He also rooms with the clam dip that sounded good but no one in the house liked but me and even I wasn't so hot about after the ritz ran out. The last roomie is the bag of carrots. Or the last two carrots that were left in the back of the fridge and got a little frisky and started procreating.


Welcome to my fridge.



(why, oh, why, is this post stuck in center???)
(p.s.s. bob was a pumpkin runt from gma's garden)

4 comments:

Julie said...

I'm trying to figure out what Bob was originally? An apple maybe? Please let me know because my curiosity wont stop 'till I know.

Natalie said...

ha ha ha...my fridge is scarier. You may have weird and old items, but mine's covered in goo. gross.

King Family said...

a pumpkin? I usually like to liquify our veggies in the fridge.

Anonymous said...

We started putting our left-overs in ziplocks so when I get sick of looking at it I just toss it. No need to worry about cleaning any dishes up afterward. I've had too many tupperware containers that I had to sacrifice to the kitchen garbage!