After Katrina I wrote a post (joking) about how we were the only ones with power, so everyone brought their food over and my Diet Dr. Pepper had been relegated to the counter. I requested a wine frig to store my nectar. (Have you ever had warm DDP?) Well, Jeff latched onto this idea with a vengeance. “It would be perfect,” he said. “The kids would stay out of the frig if all the drinks were there,” he continued.
My only resistance to all this? I would have to de-construct a cabinet I built, install a power outlet AND displace my spices.
Needless to say Jeff won and we are now the proud new owners of a wine cooler. Yea, I know, just try to wrap your mind around the ridiculousness of that. Mormons, practicing Mormons, with a wine frig.
Other issues? My sanity. I stumbled into the kitchen this morning for my AM dose of the DDP, opened the frig and nearly had a heart attack. “No Diet Dr. Pepper! What?! How did this happen? What am I going to do? Wait. Oh yea, it’s in the wine frig now. Carry on.” Hearts just aren’t meant to take that kind of stress before 9 Am.
There’s not nearly enough DDP in there to make this all okay. And don’t even get me started on where I’m supposed to put all my homeless spices.
I’m thinking of putting them in the wine frig.
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