I like
A Few Good Cats' term,
chill chest. So that's what I'm gonna call it from now on. What can I say about it? It's white, it's new, and it's
big.The new chill chest arrived almost three hours late yesterday. The lord of land was here and he was on his cell phone every other nap. It was hot and sticky, and I was hiding out under the bed.
When the new chill chest finally got here, they took the doors off both ends of the hallway, then they took to old coldbox away. What was left was a big mess, which Mom did her best to clean before the guys rolled in this big white beast.
That wasn't enough. They took the handles off, and put them on the other side, so Mom could open them the way she wanted, turned the thing on, and left (finally.)
That was when my Mom turned into a whirling dervish. She opened the coolers and started filling the thing right up, emptying all the coolers. When she got to the cooler with the frozen meat, she even added the big bags of ice.
Then she went day hunting.
The thing is still nekkid. No pictures, no magnets, nothing on top. The furniture is still in the wrong places, and the hallway is still empty. Mom's got a lot of werk to do and given the heat and general stickiness, I don't think much is gonna get done any time soon.
For once, Mom is acting like a cat! Yay, Mom!
Her birthday is next week, and she wants a Red Velvet birthday cake with Cream Cheese frosting. (this won't happen unless she bakes the cake herself, which she very well might do.)
