Trust me, you don't want to know!
The Nutshell doesn't have a garbage disposal. I know, one of the worst things ever! Bad and left over food GROSS ME OUT! And that's on a good day... I won't even tell you how I feel about it when I am pregnant!!
Ben was the official garbage disposal when he was home. It didn't gross him out... brave, brave man. But now I am left to the job.
So don't look in my fridge.
I have many scary things lurking there.
I am just too afraid to open and get rid of them. I don't want to see it, smell it, or even know it is there! The very thought of having to clean it out makes me shiver, cry, and even pull my hair out! I can't just dump it in the sink, either. It all has to be spooned into plastic baggies... AHH!! Just the thought makes me want to dispose of my breakfast!
But now there is no more room in my fridge! It is full! And only 40% of its contents are edible.
So now, I have to armor up and take it on.
My mission today: Take on the fridge.
I can do this... I KNOW I can...
Wish me luck!