Show and Tell*
Hello!
It's the long-awaited return of Show and Tell: My Refrigerator.
If you' like to play along, post a photo of your fridge (which is, hopefully, as embarrassing as mine) and let Crazy Mom know.
She'll post links or photos or something (clearly, I am not remembering how this works) and we'll all point and stare and laugh.
Then (I think) someone nominates what they'd like the next Show and Tell to be and we move on to THAT.
So.
Here is my fridge:
Yes. It is like the monolith from 2001: A Space Odyssey. Yes, we bow down before it. No, it does not function terribly well and it is covered with fingerprints. That paper taped to the front is the publisher's obit notice for J.D. Salinger, who died last week.
I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around — nobody big, I mean — except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff — I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be.
Youngest has just finished Catcher In The Rye - all three boys read it and brought their own take to it, but it was Middle who was most touched by it. And it was Middle who prompted me to take that paper down from the fridge...he reminded me how very sad the book is.
But I've digressed, haven't I. You want to see INSIDE the fridge, don't you.
Such a mess.
Condiments on the top shelves, with a bottle of Bailey's I bought for Oldest. Gosh, I'm noticing so much DAIRY. And no wine? I must have taken this shot early in the morning!
Ah! There it is! Right next to the organic milk.
Have at it, folks.
I'm on my way over to see everyone else's.
*Oh! Look! The Fridge Fetish group has contacted me!
It's the long-awaited return of Show and Tell: My Refrigerator.
If you' like to play along, post a photo of your fridge (which is, hopefully, as embarrassing as mine) and let Crazy Mom know.
She'll post links or photos or something (clearly, I am not remembering how this works) and we'll all point and stare and laugh.
Then (I think) someone nominates what they'd like the next Show and Tell to be and we move on to THAT.
So.
Here is my fridge:
Yes. It is like the monolith from 2001: A Space Odyssey. Yes, we bow down before it. No, it does not function terribly well and it is covered with fingerprints. That paper taped to the front is the publisher's obit notice for J.D. Salinger, who died last week.
I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around — nobody big, I mean — except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff — I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be.
Youngest has just finished Catcher In The Rye - all three boys read it and brought their own take to it, but it was Middle who was most touched by it. And it was Middle who prompted me to take that paper down from the fridge...he reminded me how very sad the book is.
But I've digressed, haven't I. You want to see INSIDE the fridge, don't you.
Such a mess.
Condiments on the top shelves, with a bottle of Bailey's I bought for Oldest. Gosh, I'm noticing so much DAIRY. And no wine? I must have taken this shot early in the morning!
Ah! There it is! Right next to the organic milk.
Have at it, folks.
I'm on my way over to see everyone else's.
*Oh! Look! The Fridge Fetish group has contacted me!
Comments
You and Crazy Mom are hilarious. Thanks for sharing your innermost thoughts with the rest of us in such a unique and fun way.
I have replenished my milk supply and gotten more of the Mrs. Kinser's Chunky Chicken Salad.
But we DO buy the same brand of mayonnaise.
We have Cape Cod guests. Our top shelf is 98% beer.
I was hoping for a peek into the cheese drawer.
YOURS looks FINE.
I would have figured that you'd have at least a couple of gallons of milk in there, the big jug kind, with all of those boys of yours. But maybe they are just not big milk drinkers. Too busy off being creative and hanging with hot firefighters.
jbhat