Last Friday was our first time to leave the house in a couple of weeks. We had grocery shopping, an errand, and a Dad delivery.
Since the fridge was mostly empty, I completely cleaned it out — checking all of the condiments and rarely used items. I emptied the shelves in the door and scrubbed them clean. I pulled out the produce drawers and wiped them out.
It was shiny and beautiful.
But then —
I was rearranging items on the top shelf and in my gleeful reverie, flipped over a full deli container of olives.
Olive juice splashed everywhere and olives and juice dripped down on every shelf and into every drawer.
Oh poo! I said. (Kidding. I said a creative variety of many, many, many, bad words.)
Bob helped me take EVERYTHING back out of the fridge including the shelves themselves and we team-worked that thing clean again. Then we did our shopping and we’re good for at least another few of weeks.
The only Olive joke I know..