I woke-up one morning and it was a pretty average morning around here. I had been making a slow but steady crawl towards my coffee maker, the cartoons were already on and a kid asked if they could please have Mr. Noodles for breakfast.
"Maybe if it was a Saturday," I said.
Disappointment stomped her little feet on her way back to the living room. She made sure I heard her sigh. I rolled my eyes.
Such attitude from 9.
I poked my head in the living room. "Waffles it is."
"Yum," said my son.
"Fine," said my daughter, as she uncrossed her arms.
Waffles and coffee were ready at the same time that morning. I grabbed the milk from the refrigerator for my coffee. "Would you like ketchup for your waffles this morning?" I asked my daughter.
She looked at me seriously, "No, not today, Mom."
That is when I noticed I was pouring lumps into my coffee.
Now, I had noticed for the past few days things had been a bit warmer than usual in the fridge, but I blamed it on the heat.
I turned up the thermostat and went about my day; and drank my coffee with only sugar that morning.
That night was no better. My fridge had not gotten cooler. And the stuff in the freezer was starting to soften.
I moved all the fun food downstairs to the basement freezer. I moved the stuff from the refrigerator in to the freezer. The stuff I could still move.
I paused for a quick moment with the new jar of Miracle Whip. I sighed and threw it into a trash bag. I love Miracle Whip. But not enough to die for it.
And the whole using the freezer as my refrigerator worked out real well. Sure, it's a little less room, but the milk is cold. I have no fear of any food growing green fuzzy things.
It has worked out so well, we have been living out of the freezer for almost two weeks now.
I really got to get out to price some refrigerators.
But I am not quite sure I am ready to do that yet.
You see, all the fun food is down in my basement. I can be real lazy.
I have lost 5 pounds.
Sigh.
Sometimes I can be such a girl.
"Maybe if it was a Saturday," I said.
Disappointment stomped her little feet on her way back to the living room. She made sure I heard her sigh. I rolled my eyes.
Such attitude from 9.
I poked my head in the living room. "Waffles it is."
"Yum," said my son.
"Fine," said my daughter, as she uncrossed her arms.
Waffles and coffee were ready at the same time that morning. I grabbed the milk from the refrigerator for my coffee. "Would you like ketchup for your waffles this morning?" I asked my daughter.
She looked at me seriously, "No, not today, Mom."
That is when I noticed I was pouring lumps into my coffee.
Now, I had noticed for the past few days things had been a bit warmer than usual in the fridge, but I blamed it on the heat.
I turned up the thermostat and went about my day; and drank my coffee with only sugar that morning.
That night was no better. My fridge had not gotten cooler. And the stuff in the freezer was starting to soften.
I moved all the fun food downstairs to the basement freezer. I moved the stuff from the refrigerator in to the freezer. The stuff I could still move.
I paused for a quick moment with the new jar of Miracle Whip. I sighed and threw it into a trash bag. I love Miracle Whip. But not enough to die for it.
And the whole using the freezer as my refrigerator worked out real well. Sure, it's a little less room, but the milk is cold. I have no fear of any food growing green fuzzy things.
It has worked out so well, we have been living out of the freezer for almost two weeks now.
I really got to get out to price some refrigerators.
But I am not quite sure I am ready to do that yet.
You see, all the fun food is down in my basement. I can be real lazy.
I have lost 5 pounds.
Sigh.
Sometimes I can be such a girl.
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And I always put ketchup on my waffles. Tell Amber she doesn't know what she's missing...
:)
Too much.
I have actually grounded her from it.
Q
...and I really like ketchup...but not THAT much!
:)
I need a new fridge too. Every single day I have one bad thing if not ten bad things to say about my fridge. Last night I spilled milk in the fridge and refused to clean it up because I was too mad. The fridge is old, it belonged to my great grandmother.
1. "Such attitude from 9."
I just assumed that all 9-year-olds had that attitude. I'm pretty sure that I did. I know both of my brothers and all my cousins (11 of them) did. Just wait until she hits 13, that's when the excitment will really begin.
2. " love Miracle Whip. But not enough to die for it."
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH! Thank you for that.
I think it reminds me that it is how i spend my life: trying to ketchup.
Q