Thursday, June 24, 2010

How to Get Your Husband to Clean the Freezer

We were lying in bed the other night when all of a sudden, a strange noise came from the kitchen.  Ever the guardian of our safety, Evan went to investigate, but could find nothing amiss. 

Fast forward to the next morning when I open the freezer to start preparing lunch and I discover this:
A strange brown slush had attacked my freezer!

It was all over the ice bin as well as the door.

Poor blueberries.  They took a direct hit.

So, I did a little investigating and soon discovered the culprit hiding in the ice bin.
A ha!!

After finding the sinister soda can, the following phone conversation took place:

Me: So I found out what made that weird noise last night.
Evan:  Oh yeah? What was it?
Me:  Well, I opened the freezer door just now and it's covered in splattered brown slush.  Any idea how that might have happened?
Evan:  Huh?
Me:  Did you happen to put a Diet Pepsi in the freezer last night and then forget about it?
Evan:  (pause)  Oh shit. (maniacal laughter here)
Me:  Yeah, I'm not cleaning that up. 
Evan:  But I thought taking care of the house and cleaning up was your department?
Me:  Mopping up after your stupidity isn't in my job description.

Moral of the story:  Stick to water. 

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