Refrigerator

Think back to when you purchased your first car. I couldn't get enough of mine — the fairly new car smell, gorgeous leather interior, a dashboard that lit up like a Christmas tree at night. Ahhh. My Camaro. I would work long hours after school to pay for this beauty and the required insurance. 

 

I perform the same moves today, opening the door, inhaling fresh, ogling the shiny clean organized interior...of my refrigerator. 

 

My how times have changed.

 

Right up there with a firm dislike of cleaning windows is cleaning the fridge. Actually, I prefer cleaning windows. Windows are spiffed sparkly clean as to provide magnificent views of a breathtaking environment. It's very important to clean windows when living in the mountains. 

 

I abhor cleaning my fridge. 

 

Organization makes me happy, but you would never know it if you were to open my fridge to get a bite to eat. I'm kinda ashamed to admit this, unfortunately truth is sometimes ugly. 

 

Pulling every dang condiment, cheese, all odds and ends, including shelves and drawers, I washed and scrubbed every nook and cranny of a butt-ugly refrigerator. 

 

You know how (most of the time) you really don't want to work out, but you do it for your health and well-being? Halfway through the workout endorphins kick in, man you're feeling invincible, and by the time you finish you're glad you made the effort. 

 

That's how I felt about cleaning my fridge. I promise endorphins released. I've gone back numerous times, opened the door and smiled like a darn fool at this fresh, organized refrigerator. Numerous times.

 

Apparently doesn't take much to make me happy these days. 

 

BBQ.

 

BBQ makes me happy too.