La prompte du jour: the big freeze.
Mmm, mangled french.
Anyway. Our deep freeze arrived today. It isn't actually plugged in yet - both because we're waiting until after we get back to do that and since we couldn't be bothered to squeeze it into place this afternoon. It was right before dinner and there will be time to get it right tomorrow.
You know, in between packing for our freakin' honeymoon.
He was built like an upright freezer,
With the brains to match;
We were all certain he wasn't born -
He must have been hatched.
I'll admit he came in quite handy
When trouble came 'round;
He never had to hurt anyone,
He just kinda frowned.
That was enough to loosen bowels
And send fools running;
I think the man we called The Big Freeze
Found it rather stunning.
Even though his nickname was frigid,
He was warmhearted;
I cried the day we pulled his plugAnd he departed.