Tag: life without a refrigerator

Well, now it’s raining. Cats and dogs. That just about tears it.

No, I can’t relax with a cigar. I can’t empty the water out of the cooler, unless I want to get soaked while I’m doing it. I stepped on the cat.

Lord, could we have normal back? We bought a new refrigerator. We’ll have a three-ring circus (or a Three Stooges pie-fight) here on Tuesday when they re-deliver the refrigerator and see if it fits in our kitchen. A grave issue with the fridge door looms.

I’m tired. Bad dreams all night.

Patty’s idea is to watch some Laurel & Hardy this afternoon. Well, hey, I’m okay with that.

For the time being, let’s go see what the Queen of Suspense is up to.