Our poor fridge. Well, our second fridge that lives in the garage.
For months, years even, it has been affectionately referred to as our beer fridge. It also housed the top tier of our wedding cake in the freezer and some extra meat from Costco. But today, today it is empty. And it won’t be replenished until after the move. My poor husband! What’s he to do without his beer (and meat) supply?