Frost

Last night when I was blogging, checking email, and just generally minding my own business, I got an email from my mother-in-law. She offered to come over and defrost my freezer this weekend.

Seriously.

Since my relationship with my mother-in-law is too complicated to cover in one post, suffice it to say that I was panic-stricken/suspicious/pissed all at once.

And so, after taking a brief poll of a few unfortunate souls, I feverishly defrosted my freezer this afternoon with my hair dryer and a hammer so that I could email back:

"Actually, I've recently defrosted my freezer--thanks for the offer though!"

And my dignity is still somewhat intact.