Refrigerators and Orgasms

I originally wrote this entry for my Comic Mom blog, but somehow, it would not allow me to post there; so, here 'tis:

Yes, that's what my life has pretty much come down to--having orgasms about refrigerators. Not just any refrigerator, of course, but the brand-spanking-new refrigerator in VV. Please allow me to defend myself for any preachers or others who may not like the fact that a household appliance can cause me such glee:

When you've been without a refrigerator for almost a month, and you're standing in your kitchen, watching the delivery guys place the doors on your new refrigerator, it's easy to see how the thought of an orgasm would cross your mind. My three guys were anxiously watching every move, seeing where they might be able to help, of course. And I played in my high school band with one of the delivery guys, and so, it was certainly not the place to actually have an orgasm, but still . . . I thought about it for a brief and fleeting moment.

Gosh, it's great to have a refrigerator. It's something I really always sort of took for granted. Growing up, we always had one. I didn't really miss having a full-size one in my dorm room because, well, we ate out a lot and my life was filled with pop-tarts and Domino's pizza. Now, with three boys in tow, I have a real appreciation for vegetables. In fact, I have been craving a salad.

Last night, borrowing from next week's grocery money, I spent almost $100 at Walmart, in the grocery section. Sure, I bought a basil plant for $1.00 and a couple of clay planters as well, one of which will house, if all goes well, our newly bought Venus Fly Trap. Otherwise, everything was food-connected, however, and now, we have lettuce and a tomato and a green pepper and cheese and stuff for burritos, which Ten made for supper last night. We have pancake syrup that doesn't leak--just yesterday, I had to clean the cooler and throw out the old pancake syrup, which had leaked all over the inside of the cooler. I have had about three bowls of that tasty salad I have been craving and I may just have another in a few minutes. Ten mentioned last night that he did not want to eat out again. And so, we ate at VV and it was very relaxing to be at our new dining room table, with our homemade food. We also ate breakfast there this morning, before swim lessons, and I don't think that anyone has ever appreciated a homemade breakfast more than we did this morning. We also love that new refrigerator. I adore that thing. And yes, having that thing delivered, plugged up, and working is indeed an orgasmic event at VV.

Good news update: I just now talked with the guy who's doing the documentary on James Shamp. He is planning a flight to North Carolina to interview the boys and me! It is totally awesome. And yes, I'm planning to make him some chocolate chip cookies, in the VV kitchen, the kitchen with that absolutely orgasmic refrigerator.

Some may say my life is pretty darn boring if I'm thinking orgasmic thoughts regarding a refrigerator. Not that I wouldn't be having some orgasmic thinking if I met, say, the totally hot Jodie Foster. But she ain't gonna be in these parts any time soon, I'll bet, and in the meantime, I'll take my lovely and wonderful refrigerator.