Friday, June 27, 2008

You Are Very Glad You Are Not Me

While the title may generally be true at all times, it is particularly true at this moment. So we had a bad thunderstorm while we were away from the house last week. It fried our well. It also tripped the circuit breaker leading to our freezer in the basement.

The freezer in the basement filled with frozen food.

The freezer in the basement filled with frozen meat.

The freezer in the basement filled with frozen meat that is no longer frozen.

The freezer in the basement filled with frozen meat that is no longer frozen and has not been frozen for at least a week.

The freezer in the basement filled with frozen meat that is no longer frozen and has not been frozen for at least a week and that was just opened.

The freezer in the basement filled with frozen meat that is no longer frozen and has not been frozen for at least a week and that was just opened and now my whole house smells like a freezer full of rotten meat.

Anyone interested in moving to Connecticut? Perhaps I could interest you in some property!

The House that Jack built is one of my favorite books to read to the kids.

Update: Turns out the whole stench was caused be a few packages of gross chicken. Yuck!

2 comments:

LB said...

Eeeeeeeew.

If it's any consolation, and I know it really isn't, you made me laugh.

Rotten meat is no fun.

Rotten meat is no fun at all.

Kim said...

Ha!