Beware the fridge

About two weeks ago, I hired a friend-of-a-friend, MG, to come over a few times a week (when she has time) to do a little extra cleaning for me. I can keep up with dishes, laundry, and vacuuming, but things like dusting ceiling fans, mopping the hardwood floors, and cleaning out the fridge often elude me. So I didn't feel like I needed a cleaning service, but I needed some help.

And let me tell you, this is turning out to be one of the the best decisions I've made. I positively LOVE it - I come home from work and it's like a treasure hunt. Last week I was washing my hands at the kitchen sink, looked up, and went "OH MY GOODNESS!" MG had cleaned the kitchen window, and suddenly I could see that we had Pastures! With Horses! And Trees! I didn't actually realize the window was so dirty, but wow, what a different.

And then the next morning I opened the microwave to heat my chai and IT WAS SPOTLESS. It was like a little present - I had no idea that MG had cleaned it, but it looked so nice! I sent her a quick little thank-you text, 'cause I want her to know that what she does is noticed and very much appreciated.

As it turns out, MG has a wicked sense of humor. This week I asked her to tackle the fridge and its science-experiment-like contents. So I'm at work and I get this little text message:

MG: Do you wish to keep this tasty tidbit? MMMmmmmm :P

[She had attached a picture of a Russel Stover chocolate egg left over from Easter. I mean, I sort of vaguely remember putting it in there... maybe???]

Me: How embarrassing... If u find any new life forms in there, just put the lid back on and leave them on the counter :)

MG: Nooooo! You should see some of the VERY creative things I find in my own fridge... :)

Me: Oh good I feel better. Maybe we can donate them to science?

MG: Yes! Especially those things that have started their own HOA and shopping malls. I SWEAR that my sourdough starter now has its own tax base...

Me: A coworker has a kombucha scoby in her fridge. Grossest-looking thing EVER. Even worse than slime molds in the sour cream. And if the starter has a tax base, I hope the collection goes to pay for the electric bill for the fridge!

MG: Unfortunately I can no longer even open the crock!!!

Me: Oho! They have sealed off all outsiders! Elitists!

MG: Exactly... hence my concerns regarding a late-night overthow of the current regime (me). I can see it now... and it won't be pretty!

Me: Bolt your door! Sleep with a firearm!

MG: Firearms do no good against yeasty masses... Blowtorch, perhaps?

Me: Oooh good idea! There's one in the workshop. :)

MG: Now I can rest easy at night, knowing that come morning I will still rule over my domain AND that there will be fresh-baked bread for breakfast, should there be any *ahem* uprisings.

Me: Uprising. Ouch.

A clean fridge AND some comedic relief! What more could one ask for?