There's always talk about who keeps what inside their refrigerators. From celebrities to famous chefs, there's apparently a need by the masses to know these things. Well, how about what they keep on the outside of their fridges? Are they spotless with nary a magnet? Or is the color/material of their fridge uncertain due to the junk stockpiled on every magnetic square inch? If you looked at the fridge that is mere feet away from me as I type this, you'd know I'd be classified as a stockpiler. No matter how neat and orderly I get our house, the fridge pretty much always looks like this:
The one thing I don't have on there that I need are those little magnetic poetry kits you use to construct jocular witticisms. All those clever and savvy types have them. I'm thinking my family's witticisms would not be on a clever and savvy level, never mind jocular. I wonder if there is a version with potty mouth words. That would be more fitting. I'll put it on my list along with vacuum bags.
So you're either: 1) Looking at at this picture, nodding in solidarity; 2) Writhing on the floor in an epileptic fit from such chaos; 3) Thinking this is a pointless blog. It's all good, except for the writhing fit--I hope it's not that bad for you. I like our messy fridge. It reminds me of how crazy and colorful life can be.