Our kitchen freezer has been dying a slow death since early June.
Late last night it finally hemorrhaged melted vanilla ice cream all over the tile floor,
forcing our thrifty hands into action.
We had to wait until this morning for either repair or replacement,
so I emptied the salvageable frozen meats into the deep freezer in our garage.
Then it happened.
I rediscovered in our nearly empty kitchen freezer
nineteen miniature Butterfinger candy bars, hidden in there,
cold and perfect and immoral,
waiting for the moment when I would need them most.
Which is now.
Wishing You Cheap Appliance Repairs
and a Perfect Chocolate Rediscovery Right When You Need it Most