going Green

We went green years ago. For a peek, just open up my fridge.

by: paris barrie

Let me explain.

I am not a hoarder, but you might think it if you looked into my fridge. I can not divulge how often I clean it. That is not up for discussion. I learned long ago not to delve into information that might shed an embarrassing light on my cleaning habits.

Let’s suffice it to say that while it is a job that is done periodically, it is almost never a job that is done routinely, with the greatest thought or expertise. In other words, it’s a job that is done, well with little thought. Okay, you could say, occasionally. Come to think of it, I really do it on the spur of the moment, and when the spirit kicks in, which means, you’ve hit upon it… rarely.

Honestly, I consider it an accomplishment if the bad milk gets tossed. If the moldy bread goes, it’s a bonus. If the hardened chocolate in a cup from the latest cooking experiment gone awry gets pulled and cleaned, a gold star should be placed on the fridge declaring me TOP MOM.