What's in my 'fridge...
Or, as we said when we were kids - the ice box! Heeee. No, we didn't have an *actual* ice box.
Basically, i need to go shopping. I mean - good lord. I have a child! The drawer under the leftover tortellini is full of cheese. There's also lots of juice you can't see, but my space between sink and 'fridge is so narrow i couldn't really get right in there and still get any part of the door or anything. I know! So lame.
And you totally can't see the Italian ice in the freezer, the heap'o'popsicles or the bananas just waiting to be turned into banana bread. But you *can* see all my 'fridge magnets and pictures! And the Monstrous Bebe, being silly.
Basically, i need to go shopping. I mean - good lord. I have a child! The drawer under the leftover tortellini is full of cheese. There's also lots of juice you can't see, but my space between sink and 'fridge is so narrow i couldn't really get right in there and still get any part of the door or anything. I know! So lame.
And you totally can't see the Italian ice in the freezer, the heap'o'popsicles or the bananas just waiting to be turned into banana bread. But you *can* see all my 'fridge magnets and pictures! And the Monstrous Bebe, being silly.