Stupid . . .
My fridge was broken. For as long as I have lived here the fridge has been broken. And on the dare of my mother I opened it today and took out three rotten things to throw away which had been sitting in there for some months. Like a block of cheese, which was brown and fuzzy.
And then later tonight I inspected the fridge after airing it out and finally found the on switch.
I’m currently trying to figure out how I can have lived this long without a fridge, and why I never noticed the switch before.
My shopping list tomorrow will include butter, juice, condiments, milk, fruit, vegetables, and other perishable items.
Unfortunately, now my can opener is missing.