Sunday, September 09, 2007

My Dirty Little Secret

Yesterday I sat on my butt and did nothing. I mean nothing. Other than crash from the last few weeks of school. (Teachers don't sleep or eat well during the first 6 weeks of school nor do they have any energy left for the weekends. It becomes reduced to a matter of 'survival' during this time.) So, I had to redeem myself this morning with a trip to the grocery store. Now, I always wipe down my fridge when I bring home new groceries. I have always thought that the inside of one's fridge is very telling of the family. Perhaps I developed this line of thought having lived with a very alchoholic father. You opened up our fridge and a case of Budweiser always greeted you. It was the only thing docile about the brew. Our refrigerator silently gave away what the blood of my family was. So I like to keep mine pretty clean and organized.

Today, I came trucking home from the store with bags in hand and a washcloth to wipe things down with. Then.... my dirty little secret taunted me ... again. I started to ignore it, like I always do, but when I did, it had the nerve to laugh at me!! My refrigerator door was, once again, snickering at my lack of attention.

You know what I mean. We dutifully wipe down the shelves, throw out the limp celery, the leftovers gone bad, the 'what-the-hell-is-this??' tupperware stuff. By the time you finish all of that, you glance at your door with its assorted bottles of ketchup, jelly, olives, salad dressing ... and the thought of tackling it TOO is just more than you can muster. Besides, you probably have other important things to get to, like check email, do a load of laundry, pay bills. So you ignore the door. You shut it quietly, knowing that the little refrigerator light will go out as soon as you close the door...thus submerging your dirty little secret into darkness once again.

Well, guess who's having the last laugh!?! After dismantling, scrubbing, Comet-ing, wiping, throwing out 3/4th of the contents, drying and reassembling, and even lining the shelves with folded paper towels (!!! - good lord, next I'll be putting doilies on the backs of my living room chairs!) I now have a door that no longer snickers!

.... ?? Shhh... What's that sound??? Ahh... I think I hear the garage giggling.....

8 comments:

Jill said...

You make me giggle! Pleeeeezzz come to my refrigerator's rescue!!!!! I promise... it won't giggle~

Anonymous said...

Dear God! If my fridge tells the tale, I'm livin' in the Bates Motel from "Psycho".
Love you, R

Nonnie said...

I never understood why my mother-in-law's refridge always looked like something exploded in it!!!

Now I know why......5 children, 3 grandchildren and days that put it low on the priority list.....however, it has sooooo been on my mind lately....every time I open the door it shouts at me. Thanks for the "push". :)

Chickenbells said...

Dang...I never thought of putting paper towels on the shelves...and I just got the cutest ones for Halloween! Ohhhh...you could change them out seasonally...how great would that be? Then you'd HAVE to clean out the fridge all the time...

Gawds, I'm either taking the decorating thing too far or I am totally neurotic!

Simplicity Wins said...

You are too funny! I need to do that very thing. One of these days I will get to it.

Anonymous said...

Is your refrigerator running?

Jolene George said...

LOL! Oh my gosh do you make me laugh! The "What the hell is this" totally cracked me up. I know I've got that going on. I'm thinking my fridge is snickering at me right now. Let me clean mine before you look please. :o)

Hyperwrx said...

I was once a neat freak where I kept my fridge spotless... then I got married and had kids and all my neatness went to hell in a hand basket. Now I know there is no hope regardless of how many things I pick up during the afternoon and night. I give up and have resigned to the idea of one day having a heart attack and not being found until one of my kids decides she needs a sock and discovers me at the bottom of the laundry pile.

oh. BTW, hello C. This is S.