My iceage
My famous fridge which still takes defrosting, has again reached critical mass to the horror of select family and friends. Last year, the ice beast grew so large that it broke the aluminum door (think 1955) and the undertray. 6 months ago the mass swallowed the temperature dial and ensconced the light bulb resulting in a completely eerie amber light effect, which makes me feel like I'm in a German expressionist film for some reason. I got out the ax and hacked away at the ice utter thinking I would recover the dial. No luck. The iceman does not cometh!
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Yeah, well, my fridge caught on fire on Tuesday. A small fire that was out by the time I pulled the beast out from it's space. Electrical, what a stench! Luckily I was here and in the kitchen. An agoraphobic plus!
So we'll be venturing to Sears this weekend for a new one. Can't remember the last time I was in a store. Should be fun. Did you know you can get crushed ice in the door, now? Tempting..
Love, Jan
Well, I think that tops my glaciers.
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