Yeah! I actually got this one done a few hours ago, and seeing that the kids are all occupied, I’m going to go ahead and do this one now instead of later.
I hate doing the refrigerator. I don’t know why, I just do. This is the second fridge I’ve had in this townhouse. The first died on me last spring, and was replaced by management with an older, uglier, yet functioning model. I had to clean the thing before I could go to my neighbors’ and retrieve all that I nearly lost in the demise of the other. It had been stored for more than a little bit.
The before pictures are a bit embarrassing. Normally, it doesn’t get that bad. It’s normally not that Spartan-like in its contents, either, I’m going to the store later. You must admit, it’s easier to clean something out that isn’t completely full.
The doors were bad. Several bottles had tipped and Hurricane Landry likes to attempt to pour his own beverages from time to time. The bottom shelf and the crisper drawers were pretty icky; spills and drips galore. After about fifteen minutes with the 409 and some hot water, I was left with this:
I’m pretty happy with myself. Day two of whipping this place into order is complete. The tasks aren’t anything earth-shattering, but they do a lot to help feel a little more in control.
And, for the record, the fridge is NEVER going to get that bad again. Now, please excuse me while I go buy some groceries.