Hello!
Just finished having my bath and the person who does it is off on vacation as of next week.
I have touched this point with my daughters before and now I touched it with their mother. When I was a kid my father used to live with us and my mother would be there in the mornings and afternoons but then would go to her boyfriends place a.k.a. my stepfather, but my mother is not important in this story. What is important is that my father used to have his own little world, with a very small bed and a refrigerator inside of his room. That's right, a small refrigerator where he would keep his stuff so that the kids wouldn't touch it, meaning my brothers and I. Even though we lived in the same house, we lived very far apart. The guy used to be like a Swiss watch, wake up at 4 AM, exercise, take a five minute shower and then serve himself some breakfast and I don't remember if he had milk inside that little fridge for his Allbrand cereal, my father was very regular. He also used to take a tea that would help eliminate impurities from his body... Good old dad! Well my father is gone now, the last time I saw him I was just beginning my downfall into hell, he gave me $200 dollars and talked about the weather, it was the last time I ever saw him. Apparently he's happy and all living in Ottawa... More power to him!
Why do I bring this up? Well I finally understood the meaning and usefulness of the refrigerator. I like to have coffee at nights with a chocolatine, so I buy them frequently and frequently I am told that they are finished. There's like 12 of them in every fucking bag, how could this be?!? Well I have kids... And they don't stop for nothing, if I didn't watch it I would be eaten out of my place. Those guys can eat, sorry, those girls can eat! I think my oldest brother still has that little refrigerator, I think when I get news that my father has passed away I will sue him for that refrigerator, it's part of our heritage not only his...I think I will put a lock and a key. God I'm getting old...
Take care folks!
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