OK. Let me start by saying that my husband, who occasionally reads this blog, is a super duper guy and a WONDERFUL father. He has the girls curled up with him in the easy chair watching ELMO riding a tricycle just right now. He changes diapers, he washes dishes, he vacuums, he makes me laugh, and takes his job seriously. Tony – family guy. What he isn’t is a refrigerator detective.
He asks, “Where’s the (fill-in-the-blank-food).” I say, “It’s in the fridge.” He opens the door and stares while his knees get cold, baffled buy the feng shui of the contents. We do this every other week or so, and he did it yesterday looking for a box of restaurant leftovers. It was sitting in the very center of the bottom shelf. In. Plain. Sight. What was the first thing I saw when I went over to help him? The Styrofoam clamshell! Seriously, honey, I’m not hiding your Philly Steak.
But, I think this wacky news story proves my point that when it involves opening a square storage device, guys just won’t look behind stuff.
