Mr Fridge is sometimes amazed by his own sublime genius! He has been occasionally been sensitive to drinking weekend beer in front of Mrs Fridge, who due to expanding Ice Cube, obviously can not enjoy a weekend beer and it was making me feel guilty. So when I took my weekly guilt ridden trip to the offies, last Friday to buy some bottles of Beck’s, I had the ingenious inspiration to buy Mrs Fridge 6 bottles of alcohol free beer! Mrs Fridge can take her usual 4 hours of her 275ml and I can rattle through mine! (Mrs Fridge bumped into a male work friend, on Saturday, who, rightly, commented that this was genius. I had a guilt free beer weekend, which is always good when drinking.
Mr Fridge also gave Mrs Fridge a bit of a fright on Saturday night/Sunday morning! At 02.30am Mr Fridge was dreaming that we had moved into a new house in the country and had awoke to go down to water the plants (no euphemism here, I really was dreaming that I was going down the stairs to water the plants). I noted the linoleum on the stairs and thought I would need to get that removed and a carpet put down. I watered the plants and returned to the hall where there were 4 people in blue boiler suits emptying the place of its contents!!!! The man and woman were carrying my old TV up the stairs! (I dunno) As I ran to intercept (brave hero, I know) I shouted to Lesley up the stairs to, “Call the police! Call the Police!” Apparently I felt so strongly that I woke myself up with my shouting the same words and I was frightening the hell out of Mrs Fridge!!! Poor thing, I had to calm her worried calls and tell her I was shouting to help her and it was my dream. Her wee heart was pounding away!
Mrs Fridge made a lovely Omelet this evening.
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Monday, April 28, 2008
Monday, April 7, 2008
The Exciting Dream World of Mr Fridge
Hello Reader!
Been a busy time for Mr and Mrs Fridge this weekend! Mr Fridge hunted and gathered then cleaned their headquarters of the property empire. After that he did some very industrious re siliconing (white and transparent) of the shower room before settling down for the new series of Doctor Who in the evening ready for the ever growing Mrs Fridge's return home after a visit to her parents and her pregnant Other Mrs Fridge (same first names - very confusing at times). In fact I was so tired on Saturday night that I was in bed before midnight . . .and before Mrs Fridge – my younger self would have been so embarrassed!
Sunday was an early rise to clean the property empire before putting it on the market (should be on tomorrow so will check the advert and post link!) and more hunting and gathering! We got back in time for me to watch the F1 Grand Prix from Bahrain and for us to enjoy the second half of Dundee Utd against Rangers - with an intermission for a good fry up brunch-brinner (opened to time of day interpretation).
Mr Fridge woke this morning after having a highly amusing dream. I dreamt that I in a dining room with stacked with books on shelves round three walls, the fourth wall having the only door in. Out of bordem, I was trying to learn telekinesis : to move objects by the power of thought alone! To my immense surprise I found that I could make the light that hung from the centre of the room, and over the dining table, sway ever so slightly and even that took considerable effort and energy. A man came into the room and I demonstrated my new skill and managed to make the light sway even more – his scepticism disappeared instantly and with some added shock as I had also managed to make all the books move out from their shelves. I became more skilled and it took less practice to control, direct and become more precise in my new talent. I did not feel powerful or superior but more mischievous. (Anyway – stop the rambling here as real danger of self indulgence here and boring the Reader). The funny thing of the dream was that that I used my skill to make people do huge loud farts! All the women wore large Victorian style skirts and the men loose coats : as I thought on each person the resultant noisy expulsion of gas made their skirt bellow out or men jackets lift up! The ‘victims’ did not seem too alarmed but seemed confused as to what could have caused such forceful bottom burps.
It was very funny.
Been a busy time for Mr and Mrs Fridge this weekend! Mr Fridge hunted and gathered then cleaned their headquarters of the property empire. After that he did some very industrious re siliconing (white and transparent) of the shower room before settling down for the new series of Doctor Who in the evening ready for the ever growing Mrs Fridge's return home after a visit to her parents and her pregnant Other Mrs Fridge (same first names - very confusing at times). In fact I was so tired on Saturday night that I was in bed before midnight . . .and before Mrs Fridge – my younger self would have been so embarrassed!
Sunday was an early rise to clean the property empire before putting it on the market (should be on tomorrow so will check the advert and post link!) and more hunting and gathering! We got back in time for me to watch the F1 Grand Prix from Bahrain and for us to enjoy the second half of Dundee Utd against Rangers - with an intermission for a good fry up brunch-brinner (opened to time of day interpretation).
Mr Fridge woke this morning after having a highly amusing dream. I dreamt that I in a dining room with stacked with books on shelves round three walls, the fourth wall having the only door in. Out of bordem, I was trying to learn telekinesis : to move objects by the power of thought alone! To my immense surprise I found that I could make the light that hung from the centre of the room, and over the dining table, sway ever so slightly and even that took considerable effort and energy. A man came into the room and I demonstrated my new skill and managed to make the light sway even more – his scepticism disappeared instantly and with some added shock as I had also managed to make all the books move out from their shelves. I became more skilled and it took less practice to control, direct and become more precise in my new talent. I did not feel powerful or superior but more mischievous. (Anyway – stop the rambling here as real danger of self indulgence here and boring the Reader). The funny thing of the dream was that that I used my skill to make people do huge loud farts! All the women wore large Victorian style skirts and the men loose coats : as I thought on each person the resultant noisy expulsion of gas made their skirt bellow out or men jackets lift up! The ‘victims’ did not seem too alarmed but seemed confused as to what could have caused such forceful bottom burps.
It was very funny.
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