August 9, 2004 - Ew, Warm Yogurt!

So, I got up this morning (by that I mean I dragged my butt out of bed when I could no longer convince myself that I didn't have to pee), and decided to make some breakfast for The Husband before he went off to work. So, I open my freezer to grab some frozen veggie sausage patties (while I prefer my breakfast sausage flavored with the suffering of pigs, my doctor told me that cholesterol levels in a person my age should not be quite so...impressive...for a while I thought a high score was something to be proud of, but, alas, unlike the video arcade, at the doctor's office high is bad - hence the switch to patties flavored only with the mild discomfort of soy bean plants)...where was I? Oh yeah, opening the freezer and being greeted by a blast of HOT AIR. That's right, hot, the opposite of cold. I no longer have a freezer, I have some sort of refridgerator/toaster oven combo sitting in my kitchen. It has been acting funny, in a Ghostbusters sort of way, since last Thursday. I am pretty sure I heard something behind the wilted zucchini muttering "Zool" the other day. This whole weekend we've been doing our best to clean out the perishable items, but we didn't quite get to them all in time before the fridge decided that merely failing to chill should be escalated into actively cooking the food, thereby saving us the trouble of turning on the stove. I tried to explain to it that I really don't mind cooking for myself using a totally seperate appliance, but it's just not listening.
Anyway, our new landlords are getting us a new fridge today. Has anyone else read Long Dark Tea Time of the Soul? That fridge was cast away and joined the Norse pantheon...I can only wonder what will happen to my own Frightening Frigidaire...