Get skinny on Zebra Cakes
Okay, maybe not. But for the record, I **LOVE LOVE LOVE** my refrigerator. It’s black and shiny and huge and that sounds like a description of a sex toy. Anyway, the reason I really love my refrigerator is because it thinks I’m skinny:
My refrigerator doors are a gateway into another dimension called “delusion”.
Yeah, I wish.
On a somewhat related random note, I am short. And my husband is tall. And tallness must equate with cruelty:
It’s only so messy because I’m a slob
What is so cruel you ask? Because I can only reach to about where those stainless steel mixing bowls are. So what you say? This is what:
Zebra Cakes is what. ZEBRA CAKES
Maybe if all the food was on the top shelf, my refrigerator and reality could meet up sometime. Maybe not. I would just find a chair to climb up on.
