Saturday was a productive day. Rachel, Anna and I went into Lincoln to the Farmer’s market in the Haymarket. No photos of that, either, because I realize that I almost exclusively take photos with my ipad, and that’s a little bulky to haul around everywhere.
We came home from that, and I set to some tasks that have been put off for a while, but mostly getting all the laundry done and defrosting the downstairs freezer. Last week I got an ice cream cone from there, and it was all mushy inside. Rats. It was sad throwing them out.
A moment of silence for their passing, please.
I think I know why thinks were not frozen. So much ice had built up, that food was basically just living in a cooler:
Peggy says
First!
And my moment of silence for the massacre in your sink.
May the other foods live long & prosper!
Brad says
I am sorry for your loss.
They make a smaller version of the iPad that fits in your pocket and also doubles as a phone.
Beth says
And zing! Brad scores!! 😉
Gretchen says
All my childhood I thought that those types of ice cream treats were supposed to be mushy inside. That is how they were at the school cafeteria. Imagine my surprise when I had one that was not mushy -- I thought that was the freak. (and an aside -- why are ice creams like that called “novelties?”)
My sympathies for your loss.
Curt says
NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! That is a horrific scene!! Should I report you to PETIC? People for the ethical treatment of Ice Cream.