We got our new refrigerator today. I am freakishly excited about it. When did I become this person who got giddy over appliances? Anyway, it is tall, black and beautiful, which is why I have named it Denzel.
Because I am so excited, and because I have nothing better to talk about, and because I feel some strange need to write a post that gives my friends ample mocking material, here are some photos of Denzel.
Isn't he handsome? And shiny?
An in-door ice dispenser. Sigh. I spent the last 10 years of my life without one of these babies. Never again.
Ooh, French doors. Denzel, you are so clever! And yes folks, that is Diet Dr. Pepper and Jello in my vegetable crisper drawers. Don't judge. See that V8 Fusion in the left door? Each glass is a serving of fruit AND vegetables. See? We're healthy. Ish.
I haven't transferred things from our garage freezer to this one yet, but I had to include a picture of it in all its handy glory. Look at the little shelf for frozen vegetables (or waffles)! Look at the pullout drawer for poultry (or ice cream)! Ahhh.
Yes, Denzel makes me happy. The kids seem to like him too. Fortunately, the buttons for the ice dispenser are above Ethan's reach, so until he figures out how to drag over a chair and flood the kitchen, we're in great shape.
But the best thing--the BEST thing--about Denzel? Some quirk of reflective science allows his shiny doors to act as some sort of miracle mirrors. Anyone who stands in front of him and looks at their reflection sees a slim, perfect version of themselves. I'm not dwelling on the irony of a thin me being the last thing I see before I open the fridge to get some cheesecake.
Come on by and meet my new best friend. He'll serve you a drink and tell you look beautiful. Seriously, this is WAY more than a refrigerator.
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