It turns out that you can tell a lot about me by looking at my refrigerator. Let's start from the bottom and work our way up... shall we?
Bottom door is filled with letters. Clearly I have a toddler.
Top door has a list of the classes offered at the gym. Remember my trial membership that my mom got for me? And, it also has a note to Dear Husband that I left for him one morning telling him that I left at 7:33 and would be back by 8:30 a.m.
Oh, see that little piggy on the motorcycle? Just ignore that... please.
Ahem... there is lots of junk stuff on top of the refrigerator. Clearly, I moved into a house with a smaller kitchen and still have not found a respectable place for bread, the blender,