That’s How We Roll: Day 4

My fridge is personal. It’s hard for me to allow others to open my fridge, let along put things in there! Don’t ask me why. That’s just how I roll! When I have company over, and I need to put something away, I open the door halfway, put the food in, and hurry and shut it. Maybe I feel that you can tell a lot about a person by the contents of their fridge.
Well, today is your lucky day. I will allow you to peep into my fridge. Mind you, it’s nothing exciting. At all. Not even a little bit. And I’m somewhat getting anxious just thinking about posting pictures. I mean, what’s the big deal, right? It’s just a fridge. And you probably don’t care. But for me, looking in someone’s fridge is like finding out a whole different side of that person.
Aren’t we all obsessed with HGTV and all the home shows? Don’t we all love looking at other people’s houses? {Or is that just me?} Without further ado. My fridge.



How else would you find out that we don’t drink cow’s milk {yuck!} or that we have a drawer entirely devoted to apples {that we refill once a week!} or that we {and when I say we I mean Ben} bought the big jar of pickles from Sam’s Club that will last us until the Millennium {the jar takes up half of the shelf! Who eats that many hamburger pickles?} or that we have 72 eggs in our fridge {and not because we are going to dye them for Easter, we really eat that many eggs!}
Like I said before, this gives me anxiety, putting my fridge contents out there for all the world {or like the 10.5 people who read my blog} to see. But what better way to find out “how we roll?”