Some women in my building have too much time on their hands...

Monday mornings are (usually) not pleasant. The thought of actually having to get up at a certain time, shower and get ready to be at a desk for 8 hours isn't very appealing. Thus, the getting out of bed part is the hardest.

However, when emails like the one you'll read below come through at 8:15am, I can't help but think "thank goodness I'm not this woman."

Until next time...

Monday March 1, 2010 - 8:15am

"Well, we thought our trusty frig had a second wind, but this morning, much to our dismay, we found that it had finally died. I will be going to get a new frig today, and set up a delivery time/date. I will keep you posted. NEW RULES FOR NEW FRIG COMING SOON!

A TRIBUTE TO OUR OLD FRIG:

You were our loyal and trusted friend… always there for us… watching over our vittles and mold experiments with unwavering care. We realize now, a moment too late, that we abused you, by stuffing you and suffocating you, causing your premature death. Please forgive us. We promise to take better care of our new frig,… Although we have to move on, please know that we will never forget you.

Funeral to be held this afternoon. In lieu of flowers, you may write notes and cards, and put them in the frig today. Say your last farewells,.. today is your last chance at closure.

Your self-appointed frig nazi,

Woman with too much time on her hands."

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