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How to Clean Out Your Deep Freezer

1. Spend the previous 3 months stalking the meat sales and filling up freezer with a minimum of half a cow, 25 chickens and two pig tenderloins.

2. Go on vacation for 6 days. The 6 hottest days of the year.

3. Come home and notice the drool from freezer in hot garage.

4. Throw out hundreds of dollars of food. Mutter nice curse words.

5. Get to tenderloin. Not so nice curse words.

6. "Hello, Sister Taylor!" Stop muttering curse words until nice neighbor girl leaves garage.

7. Try singing Mary Poppins "Spoon Full of Sugar."

8. Get shoe stuck in sticky Otter Pop juice. Start cursing again.

9. Serve spaghetti and Prego sauce for dinner without meat.

Comments

  1. SavannahJuly 23, 2010 at 6:26 AM

    Hello I am a new follower coming through the blog hop. Neat blog.

    Have a great weekend!

    http://www.bookswithbite.net

    Savy

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  2. AnnJuly 23, 2010 at 6:42 AM

    I feel for your loss - same thing happened to us a few years back - but because of a power loss....

    Vegetarian diets are good - for a day or two!

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  3. RiahliJuly 23, 2010 at 7:03 AM

    Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh, ahhhhh...Yikes...There would have been a string of nasty words flying out of my mouth too, how absolutely frustrating! {and disgusting to clean I am sure!} Sounds like something that would happen to me...

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  4. Kristina P.July 23, 2010 at 8:43 AM

    Spoiled tenderloin never hurt anyone.

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  5. SusanJuly 23, 2010 at 9:24 AM

    OH NO!! I'm sorry about the loss...

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  6. Dana AlmaJuly 23, 2010 at 11:27 AM

    Hey you, just stopping by on the hop and follow. Have a great weekend. Happy Reading!!!
    See ya!
    Readaholics Anonymous

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  7. AmusedJuly 23, 2010 at 12:27 PM

    Love the glow worm joke - too cute!

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  8. CountessLaurieJuly 24, 2010 at 7:47 AM

    That stinks. Not a nice way to end vacation.

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  9. Anne ColdesinaJuly 24, 2010 at 9:24 AM

    I have total sympathy--this happened to us last August. Horrible, horrible, horrible!

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  10. AmyJuly 24, 2010 at 2:52 PM

    Love, love, love that picture.

    So sorry about your freezer. Sucks.

    BTW, the book arrived today (the H.W's one!). I'm still waiting for the other package to get out here.

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  11. Lisa R/alterlisaAugust 15, 2010 at 7:29 AM

    A new follower and thanks for the sweet comments on Ch-Ch-Changes. No not good genes nor a young bride just near sighted so I tend not to notice what's in the mirror.
    The same thing happened to me with the freezer and though I stomped around muttering and moaning about all the labor and time that had gone into my garden vegetables(oh and there's that nice venison tenderloin that my brother gave me),it was nice for the next month or so. I could actually go to the deep freeze and find something without having to dig. We'll see how long it takes to fill it again. The house is moderately empty with the youngest back in college so maybe I can keep it manageable, at least till the holidays.

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