Yah...it wasn't their fault. My fridge is broken. Today it was 60 degrees inside there.
All the signs were there, and I didn't pick up on them. Anna came over on Friday night and we opened a bottle of white wine that was chilling in my fridge for about a month and it wasn't even cold. Then I went to Trader Joe's and bought that stuff and the arugula was complete liquid the next day. Then Jacqui and the kids came and I gave Jacqui a glass of milk and she couldn't drink it because it was 'warm'. I thought she was being a prima donna, but then the next day it was completely solid. Not curdled. Solid. Like hard milk in the shape of a milk carton. And today I came home from a weekend away and it was 60 degrees in the fridge.
I'm laughing hysterically because the one thing i've never been accused of being is a prima donna. Funny! Love, Jacqui P.S. When you gonna learn I'm always right? (more laughter)
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