Recently, after my old refrigerator "died" and I spent a couple of weeks feeding kids out of ice chests, a new refrigerator took the place of the old one. The new one has French Doors. I've never been to France and was curious about the origin of the term "French Doors", so I went to Google. There were as many varied definitions for French Doors as there are mosquitoes in the Mile-Wide city in the summer. One definition stated that a French Door has a window. Now, sometimes I'm not too observant, but I'm pretty sure there are no windows in the front of my refrigerator. (Would be handy though...would save opening it a million times a day to find nothing fun to eat.) So...I'm no smarter about what a French Door is than before. Plus, according to Google, French Doors didn't even originate in France. What???
Today was a MUCH better day than yesterday. I've realized that my definion of a better day is one where I have at least one hour to myself (when everyone is napping) to do dishes, laundry, mop, do paperwork, etc. Today, I had TWO of those hours! : ) This morning, while I was changing a diaper, I started hearing dropping noises coming from the living room. The girls had been toting toys from the play room to the living room, so I decided that it must be the sound of lots of little plastic sorting bears hitting the floor. Imagine my surprise when I got to the living room and found ice cubes covering the floor. The girls had gotten into the freezer (on the bottom of my refrigerator) and decided to turn the lr into an ice rink. Thank goodness I wore my super absorbent socks today...they work better for mopping up puddles than Bounty paper towels!
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