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"Here, take these ciabatta rolls and stick 'em in the freezer when you go down to do laundry."

"Okie dokie."

Heads downstairs.
Opens freezer door.
Sees the second Ice Age manifesting itself.

"Son of a bitch!"

Defrosting the freezer was not exactly how we planned to spend 10 pm to 11 pm on our Sunday night. It actually went remarkably well, and unbelievably quick. But still.

Somehow the door hadn't been closed all the way. Which is ironic because we are having a problem with the fridge upstairs where the freezer door pops open when we close the fridge door. We have to make a concerted effort to ensure both door are properly closed. We just discovered that this weekend as well.

We are not having good luck with the Winter Bungalow. It will be a miracle if it's still standing when we leave. And here's to hoping our disastrous homeownership karma stays here and doesn't go with us to The New House.