I am thankful for my new freezer.

Before Simon was born (let's say about 18 months ago) I begged my husband for a freezer for our garage. He said no. And whether or not you believe it, I always listen to my husband and obey his every command. That doesn't mean I haven't wished for the past 18 months that I had one.

Much to my surprise, while driving to the park this past Friday, I got a call saying that my new deep-freezer was being delivered to my house in 20 minutes. I zipped the minivan around and was delighted to meet two burly Spanish-speaking appliance delivery men. They unloaded my freezer in the garage, plugged it in and proceeded to take all of the garbage back to their truck when I stopped them. "WAIT!" I said, "We want to keep the big box!" They didn't understand me, so I pointed to it. "I want that!" They seemed confused, but handed it over. I would have asked them if they had more in their truck, but (goshdarnit!) I can't espeak Español!


We have spent two solid days playing house in the best freezer box ever. It has a front door, 5 windows and a doggy-door on the side. Tomorrow we are going to paint it! I am thankful for my new freezer and the box it came in.