
Dead fridge. This is our mini-fridge. This is our dead mini-fridge.
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Dead mini-fridges make great hiding places. It could have a 2nd life next to the swing set. Or inside as a toy box. Or a pet bed. (Wait a sec…I think I hear my mom launching a household-hazard lecture on suffocation. She’s such a tragedy groupie.)
I think it’s coolant, but Mr. Clairol says maybe not. He also says that your blog header is bitchin’.
Oh no! Where’s the alcohol gonna go! Ahhhhhhhhh!