Blame It On The Menopause

Lately I like to blame everything on “the menopause”. I can get by with a lot more like sleeping in late, being snarky and eating chocolate whenever I want.

A couple days ago I noticed my refrigerated drinks didn’t feel or taste as cold as they usually do, but again I blamed it on the menopause and the fact that it’s been in the upper 90s for weeks now. My mathematically logical equation was – I am hot – ergo, my refrigerator doesn’t seem as cool.

Then I noticed a noxious smell when I opened the door, which led me to throw out the spinach I’d been keeping in the crisper. Later I happened to glance on the door and saw my milk had become a solid mass of something. I barely squeezed the sides of the plastic bottle when the cap popped off like an explosive nearly taking out my left eye. I literally had to duck to avoid it. Usually curdled milk is not as dangerous as a BB gun – but not in my refrigerator.

Is that butter, yogurt or sour cream?

It took almost losing an eye for me to realize I needed a new refrigerator.