Refrigerators can speak volumes about who lives inside the home, and mine is no exception.
The open side of my and my husband’s white refrigerator is plastered with pictures of our friends’ children. Every Christmas we get a handful of photos, and they get tacked up for everyone to see. I strategically put them up there with an assortment of magnets, so it looks more like a work of art — at least that’s what I like to think — instead of clutter.
Among the pictures are our college friend’s twins. We have three pictures of them at different ages sitting on Santa’s lap, and their expressions are priceless — in one they are screaming. I wonder how long they will put up with the annual Santa photo — age 16?
Then, there are the pictures of my only nephew. There’s a photo of his out-of-control blond hair as a baby and the one of him in his lion costume for Halloween. There also is a picture of my husband’s friend Kyle and six Brut girls; he sent it in a Christmas card.
Every day, the pictures remind me of my friends and family and good times. The only problem is, I am running out of room.
On the other side of the fridge, we have a big Powercat magnet and K-State’s basketball schedules. Yes, we are K-State alumni and root for purple in a sea of blue and crimson.
I also use that side of the fridge for important coupons — ones that we should use and are close to expiring; otherwise, they go in a nearby drawer. I am all about saving a buck or two. For example, I placed one for a dollar off a Starbucks coffee and another one that saved $5 on a bag of cat food. Yes, we are coffee drinkers, cat owners and thrifty.
While the sides are covered, I like to leave the front clean. It explains my tendency to be a neat freak. However, it doesn’t describe my husband. Right, honey?