As I open the door to the refrigerator and not any refrigerator but my best bud's fridge. Something falls out of it onto the floor at my feet. I am not sure what it is. It kind of looks like a disected alien or something. Uhg!!! Oh my god! What is that smell? By now my face is totally deformed with a crinkled nose and squinty eyes. The fumes that are coming from within this science fiction trap is about to knock me off of my feet and not in a goodway. I mean I can hardly gasp for air. Nausea is setting in and I am feeling lightheaded. But, I am on a mission and it is not cleaning this box of the living dead. I am hungry. I need food. However, I am totally grossed out by what is lying at my feet and the fumes permeating my existence. So, I hold my nose, close my eyes and with one outstretched hand I reach into this noxious trap. My hand finds something. It is a hard plastic container. There appears to be spagehtti inside. Spaghettis good.
" Hey Dude, how's the spaghetti these days?"
" If there is anything green clinging to it, just scrape it off. It should be good to go, Man."
About Me
- shelly
- Wife. Mother of five grown daughters and two dogs, Honey Bear and Sir Poops-A-Lot. Hairdresser at forty hours a week. An author the rest of the time. Finished novel, Secondhand Shoes. Currently, you can find it on Amazon, in paperback only. I went Indie, folks. Working on a series now. White Trash and Pill Heads. Title, subject to change. Member of Florida Writer's Association, Community Writer's Digest, and Writers of Mass Distraction. And, feeling stressed and overwhelmed. Oh, and did I mention, I'm the Frag Queen.