Frigidaire, How I Love Thee

I would like to compose an ode to our new refigerator, which was delivered today. After a month of pizza and pasta, it's very odd to think that we ever had a fridge ("a fridge? comes with the rent? amazing! one nation, with liberty and fridges for all!"). However, I am not going to compose an ode to our fridge. But I might go sit in the kitchen and stare at its white loveliness, meditate on its crisp coolness, and contemplate the joy of having a drink that is actually cold. Oh, fridge!

Tags: post-katrina, rave, fridge