You know how lovely it is, after a hard day’s work, to fill up a glass with fruit punch Powerade, super cheap rum, and a bunch of ice cubes?
Well, I don’t either–not today. (Okay, so I wouldn’t on most days because of that whole “hard day’s work” part and the fact that I wouldn’t typically have a drink on a weeknight. But anyway.)
Wait, let me back up. I didn’t find this, this is what I was left with after using a knife to hack away at a few inches from the front portion. This is the after picture.
My husband had mentioned earlier today that we should “probably defrost the freezer sometime this weekend.” I told him it could wait until after we got back from vacation. With all of the other things–like folding Clothes Mountain–defrosting a freezer could wait.
And now that I’ve seen it–do what? This is not merely defrosting a freezer! This is like The Day After Tomorrow in my freezer! Or at a minimum, it’s Icemageddon 2015 all over again. This is almost a “call in the National Guard situation,” not just defrosting a freezer.
Oh my god. I hacked at that shit for so long and couldn’t even budge the ice maker thingy. It is stuck. And guess what? See that good inch+ of ice in front of it? It’s like that through the whole freezer. I realized this when I tried to pull out the pie crusts and they wouldn’t budge. Nor would the other items.
Is this what I get for complaining about how it is hot as fuck? (It was 103 on the thermometer in my part of SC by 2PM today, not sure what the real feel was.)
God was all “Heh heh heh…I’ll show her. Let her chill her ass out a bit fixing her freezer.”
So, if you happen to be in Redneckville, SC over the next day or two and need an ice wedge, you know where to find one.