Wednesday, January 26, 2011
STRIP: The Fridgewich Horror
Ah Lovecraft. To you I can dedicate years of creative thinking and disturbing dreams and a seriously over active imagination. It may not happen to EVERYONE, but the normal people among us with real lives and trials and tribulations have encountered the dreaded chore of cleaning out a fridge that has gotten quite out of hand while our backs were turned. The left over Chinese and pizza boxes. The weird unidentifiable dinner remnant lingering in a Tupperware container somewhere in the depths. Maybe even the liquefied bag of what was once a valiant effort to eat more veggies and be a healthier person hiding in the crisper...forgotten but not quite gone.
I am fortunate that between HM and myself and our individual insanities, this has not been a regular occurrence in our latest home. But shamefully, I must admit that in my younger days, there were more than a healthy share of unintentional science experiments that developed in whatever poor white bastard had the misfortune to be my fridge.
This is my acknowledgment and apology to all those brave appliances. You will not be forgotten, my friends.