Y’all might remember me mentioning our refrigerator.
And my initial desire to ‘upgrade’, based on my certainty that this tiny, outdated unit would simply not suffice for a family our size.
Well, the darn thing never fails to surprise me. It’s small. It’s basic. But it somehow manages to hold all the groceries we attempt to fill it with every Thursday. Which is grocery day.
Everyone pitches in when mama comes home with groceries. Something about “if you want to eat this week, you better help” seems to motivate them.
Sweet Asher has designated himself “refrigerator manager”. He seems to prefer organizing the refrigerated goods over lugging in the bags from the car or putting away the other groceries.
So, we let him have at it.
Most weeks, he’s still working on the refrigerator when we’re all finished. And since he’s a guy who prefers to work alone, we stand around and
watch cheer him on.
He likes that.
He takes his job seriously. He even sometimes eats some stuff to make room for more stuff.
How I love a man who works hard for the money.
Unfortunately for my sweet boy, I have an obsession with cheese products. And processed meats. And he has to pay for it with lots and lots of time spent deciding how to manage the excess.
And he does it with nary a complaint. I love you, son.
Once again, the little refrigerator holds it all. Packed by the master (and the Master), to the brim.