Jenny On the Spot

Sorry voyeurs… no updated picture of my girl in all her glory today. I know, you are disappointed. She is exciting and fun and full of…. food and beverages. She. Is. So. Hot.

Perhaps a verbal picture will hold you over…. Imagine with me…. ***Listen! A harp! An angel softly plucks her strings…. the scale of notes tenderly go up and down, up and down, up and down***

The doors of my fridge open-wide to reveal….

• That same dog-gone bottle of champagne! New viewers, tune in here. But some friends are coming over for breakfast tomorrow morning, Mimosa’s anyone???
• More milk. Our milk delivery is on Thursdays, and as long as the mini-fridge is ka-put, a whole week’s worth of milk will take up space in this fridge.
• Leftovers - a serving-spoon-full of shepherd’s pie, still in the casserole dish.
• A dead head of lettuce. May should give him a name. Maybe I should run a “Name My Dead Lettuce Head” Contest… The prize: a dead-head of lettuce, I suppose?
• Three dozen eggs - sans 2. Those 2 eggs are currently scoping out the interior of my belly. The rest are living the high-life in the fridge because we didn’t color eggs this Easter. I guess I DID buy eggs after all - unbeknownst to myself.
• Three cans of whipping cream - still. I think I see whipping cream on french toast tomorrow morning…
• Finger prints… OK, not IN, well… maybe there are some fingerprints IN, but mostly ON my fridge. While stainless steel is lovely in theory, there is a dark side. There is always a Dark Side. I’ll have to save that tangent for another post.
• There’s more, but who wants to hear about the condiments and the yogurt and a few juice boxes… and the veggies. Oh, the Veggies. They always get the shaft. I wouldn’t be surprised if they are planning a revolt in the crisper as we speak as I type.