Liquids: Day 3

An Earthquake Struck

So that's me.  Unshowered (at 3:00), unproductive, unmotivated.  It's snowing again.  This is my beer cam.  It records me each time I open the fridge and keeps me in check.  No, it's not ok to open one right now.  Close the door and come back later.

I recently took the kids to the library and Lydia picked out this book with some weird looking people on the front.  I read it to her when we got home.  It took me until the last few pages to even realize what it was about.  These little people were living in the fridge and they were super cold all the time.  One by one they ventured over the ketchup, under the leftovers and in and out of the rotter (crisper) looking for a better life.  Each time the homeowners opened the fridge the fridge friends thought an earthquake struck.  If that were a true story, my poor fridge friends must hate their lives.  I open that damn door 100 times a day for no good reason at all.  As if one time I will open it and a delicious Indian spread will be there.  

Have you ever counted how many times a day the fridge door opens?  I haven't either.  Somebody should do that.  But, not me.  I'd lose count after five.