That title...I'm sure I said those words thousands of time when I was a child, and I'm trying to figure out the grammatically correct way to say it..."Mom told me to do so?" Well, I'm sure my seven-year-old lips would never have uttered that sentence.
At any rate, Mom told me to take a picture of the freezer after I defrosted and cleaned it, so I did.
There are four boxes of Girl Scout cookies that we will never eat, along with a pound or so of sliced ham topped with an inch of frost, two pizzas whose boxes were ripped when they were torn from the ice, innumerable bags and other containers of basil (how old - when was the last time Dad grew basil?), a variety of bread products, ancient and much-defrosted veggie burgers, and a few things I declined to investigate.
Unfortunately, the second bag didn't make it into the garbage before the truck came, so I'll be cautious when I open the garbage can until next Monday. Maybe it won't be too bad - it's raining today instead of being hot. Love you, Mary