Write one leaf about cleaning the refrigerator.

I’m not above cleaning. I’m not obsessive about it, but I do like the way a room feels after you have cleaned it up and are able to move around without bumping into things, or can sit down anywhere you want. I’m not a big fan of cleaning bathrooms, but will do it when needed. But kitchens are another story. Dishes, sure.  Wipe down counters, of course. Oven, if I have to. Refrigerator…  ughhh. Perhaps I have an irrational fear of refrigerators. I’ll get food from them when I’m hungry.  But its “in and out” as fast I can.  I really dislike how a refrigerator turns you into a contortionist just to get to the orange juice.  And what’s with the tiny shelf up high where yogurt regularly goes bad because the only way to see what’s up there is to strike weird yoga pose, so it’s easily forgotten. This is all doubly true about cleaning a refrigerator.  Not only do some really nasty (and I believe alien) lifeforms grow in there, but to clean them up you have to balance on one hand while cleaning with the other, the whole time steadying yourself with one foot on the windowsill and another on the door.  It’s unreasonable.  And icky.  I don’t like it.

(encouraged by writeoneleaf)