Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “back of the fridge.” Write the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the phrase “back of the fridge.” Enjoy!
First story came to mind was the back of the freezer:
I smoke cannabis and grow my own because it’s very expensive. I grew it even back when it was illegal. I vacuum seal it and put it in my freezer.
One year I was looking in the freezer for a packet and couldn’t find any. Sadly, I assumed I already smoked it and had to buy more. It was terrible in those days; not only was it more expensive but you had to find someone and do a deal . . . it was scary; like dealing drugs! Awful.
Then one day was I getting something out of the freezer and there, pushed up against the back, I saw red numbers: 2015. It was an ounce of cannabis! I was so happy!
But I do have a back of the fridge story: Some years ago, I’m talking BP (before pandemic) our county had a hazardous garbage drop off. I scoured the house for empty OFF! canisters and other combustibles, weird things I couldn’t throw in the landfill garbage. Got a pretty good box together.
Only a couple of days later, I’m digging in the fridge and see an empty coconut whipped cream canister that had been in there for some time. Damn. But next Saturday they are having another hazardous garbage day. I will be happy to get that cannister out from the back of my fridge.
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For all my followers following my fascinating stories: I have a notice that this my 9-year anniversary. I started this blog when I was 61 but next month, I will be 70. I need a new moniker, title, blog name or whatever you call it. M. Oniker from wtfaioa.wordpress had a good suggestion but I can’t find or remember it. And then what happens when I change my pen name? Will you still be following me?
I had 2 large truck loads of firewood dumped in my driveway in September. I have wheelbarrowed and stacked it all in my woodshed on the other side of the house: finished it yesterday. I admire it from my bedroom window. I can’t tell you how satisfying that is! Its BOOYAAAHHH! FUCK, YEAH! I’m Fawsome! (I recently learned that is fucking awesome)
And that’s the kind of feeling I want my new name to convey. Any suggestions?
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When I find money between envelopes in my pocketbook, I feel the same way that you did with the pot. 🙂
Yay! Congratulations on your 9 years! Here’s to lots more blogging, and have fun choosing new name and all! 🙂
Why not Fawsome? or Fawsome and then something more personal to distinguish yourself. Or “Still Fawsome”, “Forever Fawsome”?