We have a
TARDIS house full of people!
That means awesome conversation and cooking and late nights. With my heroes and towering legends, because that’s how we roll.
That means little to no writing.
But I’ll tell you what I DID do, for it is a MAJOR THING.
I got amazing astonishing nigh godlike produce at the market LIKE AN ASPARABOSS and I could not
fit it in the horrible fridge face putting it in with the three months old leftovers.
SO I UNFUCKED THE FRIDGE.
Now, I was so focused on AW YEAH JUST TACKLE THAT BITCH DON’T STOP DON’T LOOK JUST BRAWL that I forgot to take a before picture. You are just going to have to trust me that it was a
There were like four things of cottage cheese from 2011 and unnameable unimaginable horrors and possibly the Wicked Witch of the West melted in my crisper drawer. And because Beastly was raised behind the Iron Curtain he literally clasped an old-ass plastic wrapped chicken leg to his chest and insisted BUT THIS CHICKEN WILL MEAN THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH. YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND. And I was all:
But now the fridge looks like TA DA:
Also that is my dog.
Possibly next week I can triage the deadlines and fix it up. Possibly I have entered the Gonna Be Late, Nothing To Be Done Zone. Either way, CAN I GET A FRIDGE AMEN?