Since I now live the city life, there were no barns in sight. So, I turned my attention to the kitchen. I began to burn off my nervous energy with the fridge.
This seemed like an easy enough task . One that would take my mind off things and allow me to nibble on the forgotten Magic Shell chocolate.
I have had this fridge for over 5 years and had no clue about all its capabilities -- draws, hidden compartments, etc.Oh, I had no clue about this either... I also realized that I have some subconscious desire for sweet pickles. I must have picked a jar up every time I went to the store.All this fancy-schmancy capabilities seemed great , until I tried to put all the parts back together. I needed an engineering degree, and let's face it, this is not my strong suit. I don't even think I have a strong suit.
Many hours later and numerous swigs of wine, I was finished.
I realized I needed to make a trip to the grocery store.
But wait, my lovers were still there.
The fridge did not ease my anxieties. I had to move on to bigger and better things. I decided to tackle the playroom...
Which lead to the attic...
Which finished in the garage...This is my pile of giveaways. Do you think I am related to Sanford and Son?
PS I am still nervous. Look out sock/panty drawer. Don't worry, I will not put those on the front lawn.