I have a freezer. Well, actually I have 2 freezers, one big ol' chest freezer, and the top of my fridge freezer. And like many not-quite-clean -enough households, when things have doors on 'em, they are the last things to be cleaned. now come one, admit it. Everyone knows this is the truth. Things with doors are bad. Bad with a capital B 'yo. A clean house is a house with no doors. Honestly.
So my freezers. I'm having some issues. Issues like I cannot FIND anything! Dinner is becoming a nightmare since I have to suit up in my winter gear just to find out what's in the bottom of my freezer. It's a bad scene. What's worse, is particularly with the fridge/freezer, it's a hard hat only place, and my little girl, a relatively new crawler, does not currently read well enough to have gotten that memo. I live in daily fear of the freezer opening up and vomiting it's contents on my beautiful baby girl, innocently cruisin' on by the fridge. We've had a few close calls.
This, my friends, is my confession. For today anyways. My freezers are disaster areas. And I have photographic proof. Be kind to me.
Looking at these pictures, I wonder why I have a paintbrush in the door of my freezer. My white walls contest to the lack of painting we've engaged in.
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