All Things Anne

Last night we cleaned out the “old” fridge and put the stuff in the even older fridge, one from Oregon (either Grammoo sent it or we brought it…one of them broke, and we don’t know which one!). (The reason we don’t use the “garage fridge” which it’s been re-dubbed, in the kitchen, is because it isn’t big enough and some of the racks are missing. But for extra stuff it’s nice!)
So, uh, where was I anyway?
Oh yeah…we cleaned out the “old” fridge. I adopted the job of standing in the garage with the garage fridge, putting the stuff from the “old” fridge neatly inside. Perhaps your family wouldn’t have needed a Refrigerator Coordinator, but ours does. Imagine six people putting a whole bunch of stuff in one fridge…well, maybe you shouldn’t imagine. It would just be…disaster. So yes, I was acting as Refrigerator Coordinator.
Standing out there by myself waiting for the other kids to bring stuff out, I felt like singing! So I belted out, “You are my sunshine” in the key of C. I hadn’t even finished the whole song, when what to my wondering ears should I hear? But the loud squeakings of mice protests. They did not like my singing!
I have never been insulted by a mouse.
But to prove I didn’t care, I sang “You are my sunshine” again in the key of D. And again, in the key of E. (That’s working up the scale, you see.) And I had very much fun!