If you guessed that I just spent the last hour cleaning shards of glass and frozen coffee out of my refrigerator, you guessed correctly. See the photo above for your prize.
What? It’s summer, there are worse prizes than an ice cube. Big Senile Dog thinks they’re a treat. Little Incredibly Dumb Dog thinks they’re an abomination and fishes them out of her water bowl to leave them to melt on her wee wee pads.
Someone mentioned an upcoming writer’s conference in NY. I haven’t even looked at any in years, they’re just too expensive. But I was thinking. Maybe it would get me motivated. It’s in NY, no travel or hotel expenses, an opportunity to pitch in person…maybe. I looked at the website, I thought, I discussed with some of my writing buddies, I thought out loud to Husband and Nerd Child.
By late morning, budget realities had me delete the page from my bookmarks. Life, get over it.
So I got busy making the doggie gumbo I should have made yesterday. Which made me hot. Which made me remember I had a bottle of Stumptown cold brewed coffee in the back of the fridge. I know, the horror, pre made coffee. But hot! thirsty! holy shit what happened?!
The fridge has been temperamental in the last year or so. It likes to freeze whatever’s in the fruit and veggie drawers. Needless to say, less and less has been going into those drawers, and more has been stuffed on the shelves. Guess the freezing game is expanding to the upper shelves.
Husband’s eight containers of cut papaya are safe. My organic cherries I got on sale, lost. Along with two boxes of baking soda, and assorted half fruits left from this morning’s smoothie.