Our fridge, Horatio, tries his best, but he’s so full of wine right now I’m surprised he even got this close to spelling this right. (Oh who am I kidding. I put that on the fridge. I saw it immediately, and I just thought it was funny so I left it. I was only a little buzzed at the time”.
I’ve decided the reason we all skip over Thanksgiving and go straight to Christmas is that there’s no Thanksgiving music. We all jump straight to Bing Crosby. Have a happy Thanksgiving, and good luck to anyone braving the black Friday sales. Stay hydrated, and wear close-toed shoes.
My fridge, Horatio, has a history of saying random things. I try to capture some of them for your amusement, when I can.
Horatio practices his second language…
…and gets philosophical…
…until Hubby gets involved.
I have been collecting letter magnets at thrift stores for awhile now, and hilarious messages keep popping up on the fridge. I decided it must be the fridge itself trying to communicate. I have named him Horatio, and I’ll be posting his comments when they pop up.