Confession

Just now, I wanted to get some ice cubes for a Diet Root Beer. I looked in the freezer, saw that all of the trays were nearly empty but that lo! there were a few cubes left. I took out the remaining cubes, put them in my glass, and promptly put the empty trays back in the freezer. Yes I know. I am perfectly happy to put the empty trays back, but am always genuinely shocked to open the freezer later for ice cubes only to find empty trays. I take one look at the useless trays and immediately think, "WHY DIDN'T THE FAIRIES COME?" So tonight before heading to bed I decided that I would do the noble thing and refill the ice cube trays instead of pretending I never saw them and leaving them for the fairies (and by fairies I mean Preston) to fill.

SO, I got the trays out and filled them all with water. I opened the freezer door and set two trays side by side in the little ice-cube shelf thingy (to give the technical term). I took another tray and slid it gently on top of one of these trays. I was sliding carefully and all was going well until it hit a snag, fell into the bottom tray, and water started pouring out of the little ice-cube shelf thingy. I scrambled to fix it, and did, sort of (and by sort of I mean not really). Eager to get to bed, I took the last tray and started to slide it on top of the second bottom tray when the same thing happened: it hit a snag, fell into the bottom tray, and water started trickling down the ice-cube shelf thinyg onto Preston's frozen pizzas and peas below. Except that this time, I did nothing but slam the door, wait three seconds to make sure that the freezer wasn't leaking, and sit down at my computer to write this post. I have no intention of telling Preston or fixing my problem (because I am awful. Also, because I'm lazy and tired, and, now, kind of amused at the situation...see awfulness mentioned above), and am willing to bet that I will climb into bed with my book only to have Preston come in from the other room in 5 minutes and tell me that he's read this post. And that I totally fail at putting the ice cube trays back in. So, Preston, here's my proposition: I will continue to fold all the laundry AND, as an exchange for ice-cube tray filling duties, I will now put ALL of the laundry away--even YOURS. So what do you think? An exchange of talents? I can cram a LOT of shirts into your miniature bureau drawers, I promise. Deal?

P.S. I'm sorry about the pizzas that are now covered in shards of icy water. But at least they're vacuum sealed in protective plastic covering! Bright side! Glass half full! Three cheers for being legally bound to me!