The Magic Fridge

Awhile back I was going to make Horseradish Meatballs. I was disappointed when I went to make the recipe because we did not have any horseradish. Husband had asked me if I had purchased some and I said, "No, I thought there was some in the fridge." If I did not purchase any, then how did I expect there to be some in the fridge? Simple. Every fridge has horseradish; if just grows there. My husband thinks I am insane and all conversations some how seem to come back to horseradish. Which is what happened with or Twitter conversation today.

Me: The Monkey has developed a love of popcorn. He must be my son

Hubs: You made popcorn? I want popcorn. Where do I get popcorn?

Me: From the top of the fridge, it grows there like horseradish

Hubs: Wow. That fridge is magic.

Me: Otherwise, we may starve to death. LOL! Trying to teach it how to produce milk next

Hubs: Screw the milk - train it to product Twinkies. They never go bad and can sell them! 

Me: You are insane. I do not even like Twinkies. How about chocolate milk? If the fridge makes enough, we can sell it.

Hubs: Mmmm... mystery fridge Twinkies...

Me: Laughing so hard I almost choked to death. Are you trying to kill me?

Hubs: No, but clearly my powers are growing. Now, I must learn to control them.

 So as you can read, my husband and I are crazy. Maybe this is what has kept us married for, I think, five years or so. Clearly, I am not good at remembering things like that.