I just got done microwaving my milk.
Our fridge might be doing its job a little too well. And by “well,” I mean it’s freaking freezing things that aren’t supposed to be frozen.
Like my milk!
Super freak, er, fridge
Dining options
There are leftovers galore in the fridge.
Options include:
10-day-old ratatouille
eight-day-old watermelon
week-old spaghetti
six-day-old spaghetti
two-day-old PB & J that sat in the back of Cassy and Justin’s broiling car all Saturday while we finished the Triple Bypass
Nothing’s growing mold yet, so I’m probably alright. Plus, my colon could use a good cleaning.