So at 4.15 this afty I went to start dinner. Opened the freezer to find the door opened easier than it should. Not a good sign.
The drawers were covered with a sheet of ice. Icicles hung everywhere. Boxes were wet.
Dinner promptly became whatever was thawed out. The towels came straight out the dryer and onto the floor and I began an emergency defrost. Having first found the thermal bags to put the contents in.
But there was so much ice I decided to have fun as well.
Meet Steve.
I sent him by text to Dad. He wanted to know if we were gonna eat him. No... he melted. Poor Steve. But he's my FB pic now. Lol.
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