Dinosaurs in the fridge
A while ago as I pottered round the kitchen in the morning making breakfast and lunch to take to work, I heard the random noises that the fridge makes as it does its fridgey business. For some reason on this particular day, my brain supplied a mental image of dinosaurs calling to each other (I assume they're pack dinos) across the savannah of the snack tray.
And ever since, whenever the fridge makes these noises, I have a wee giggle and picture mini allosaurs and triceratops pottering around our comestibles.
A couple of weeks back I shared my peculiar hallucination about the fridge noises with Robyn. Apparently they stuck with her as well since I came home tonight to find a drawing of the dinos cavorting with the yoghurt and cheese (they're clearly dairy fiends)
I have not laughed so much in quite a while. Utterly brilliant and I am quite gutted I don't know how to link pictures into my LJ posts.
And ever since, whenever the fridge makes these noises, I have a wee giggle and picture mini allosaurs and triceratops pottering around our comestibles.
A couple of weeks back I shared my peculiar hallucination about the fridge noises with Robyn. Apparently they stuck with her as well since I came home tonight to find a drawing of the dinos cavorting with the yoghurt and cheese (they're clearly dairy fiends)
I have not laughed so much in quite a while. Utterly brilliant and I am quite gutted I don't know how to link pictures into my LJ posts.