Notes From A Refrigerator

I think we are definitely watching too many shows on BBC. Seriously. It is starting to affect how we communicate. I found this on the refrigerator the other morning.



Then, he got more detailed


A few days later. Me to him.


He replies to me.



I am a little nervous about what I might find next. I might have to erase it before our children see.


Right after I take a picture to put on the Internet. For the whole world to see.


Happy Anniversary, Babe. Keep those silly messages coming for another 31 years!

That's It! He Wanted To Recycle!

Y'all.

Come ON.

When some of you looked at the picture yesterday of the milk jug sitting on top of the trash, you actually considered that the reason Tom put it there was because he intended to recycle.

Yeah. That's it. Snort.

Only the recycling bag was in the dining room, just a few steps away. Apparently, that was just WAY TOO MANY STEPS for him. He never even considered recycling it. He just set it there because, in his words "the trash was full". Uh, ya think? So do you think there was the slimmest possibility that he would remove the trash bag, put the extra trash in it and replace the trash bag with a fresh one? That possibility is so slim, it is virtually non-existent. In fact, it IS non-existent. Never gonna happen. And maybe that's because he doesn't know where the trash bags are kept? That would be a good argument if they hadn't been under the sink for THE LAST 30 YEARS.

Oh well. He does have his good points. I could make quite a list. But let me close with a message he left me on the refrigerator the other morning. Just because.

I guess I can throw the trash away for him a little longer. Just a little longer.

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