Meet the freezer.
Yes, it has horns because I'm convinced it's straight from gahanna. Yes, it's energy star and hugs trees, but the first one didn't work and the second one had a LARGE malfunction last night.
Erik gave it a swift kick, which it completely deserved (don't worry, we got it scratch and dent, so he aimed for the dent that already existed in the door). If it were up to me, that freezer would have slept outside in the backyard last night. Only getting it into the backyard would have meant lugging it up from the basement, so I just glared at it.
Not convinced yesterday sucked? Here's a sure sign I should have spent the entire day in bed: I botched a batch of brownies.
Yup, I did. Heck, it was even brownie mix from a box, and I totally screwed it up.
I don't mean to brag, but I can hold my own in the kitchen (can you say I make a killer German Chocolate cake from scratch?). I throw things in a pan and they come out awesome! Roomies have even asked for my recipe, which is when I have to sheepishly admit I just throw things in willy-nilly. SO for me to mess up something simple and hard to mess up like brownies from a box .... I just admitted defeat and went to bed.
EDIT: And to top things off, after I posted this earlier, I went to let the cat in ... and guess what? She had a half dead bird in her mouth, which she thought should be brought into the house. UGH! I swear she's half python. I've seen her unhinge her jaw to swallow a bird whole before ... crazy cat! She put the bird down, I scooped her up and brought her in, Eirk scolded her, and I kicked the half-live bird off the porch ... and it actually flew off. I guess it went to die alone in peace, sans cat.