I am in love. We were meant for each other. We fit. He fulfills all my needs. He accepts all my baggage. But sometimes he is a little bit too cold (almost icy, one might say).
Should we tell my husband?
Oh, he already knows about it. I am having a love affair with our new refrigerator.
Isn’t he handsome?
There are a couple of reasons why I am so in love with an inanimate object.
- He is paid for. I wrote a guest post on Money Saving Mom about how we paid cash for him. He is all ours and it feels so good. Go check out the post to see how we did it.
- He indulges all my whims. If I suddenly get the urge to buy 2 gallons of milk when I am not quite done with the last two, he doesn’t mind. If I want to prep a whole bunch of veggies and save them for my lunches throughout the week, he holds all my stuff until I am ready for it. You might say he is not ashamed to hold my purse.
- He cleans up so well. Um…shall I share a picture of what he looked like before I cleaned him up last week? Get ready, he was a little on the rough side:
But just like any relationship, it will take some work to keep things good between us. He asks these things of me:
That I clean him every once in a while. He likes to smell good and insists that I remove the perished food (go figure) and replace the baking soda every once in a while. See, I put a date on that baking soda box in the “after” picture.
That I follow the rules. I found them here.
That I compartmentalize. Well, in regards to the temperature settings for his compartments. He likes when I put veggies in a drawer by themselves and fruits in another drawer by themselves. And then that I keep an eye on the humidity levels in the drawers (higher for drier veggies, lower for wetter veggies).
It looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship. I wonder what I should name him. Any suggestions?