the ice altar

every morning, i stand in front of my fridge and pray for my kids. if the neighbors could see, surely they would think i was kooky. okay, kookier. i pray for each of them and thank God everyday for them. the prayers sound like "keep them away from bad girls. keep her away from bad boys.", "wear your helmet.", "remember who you are and that God loves you.", "be safe.", "love yourself.", "take your vitamins." and so on.

after the garage sale two weeks ago, i knew something would go out since i had a fistful of money. well, on sunday, it was the fridge. when i bought this house, the fridge stayed and it worked well enough. no ice and ice cream didn't stay rockhard, but there were other things that needed fixing. sunday, it went completely out. garage sale money in hand, we went to lowe's and had an energy star one delivered on tuesday.

this one has an ice machine. *squee*
so, now when i pray, it answers back.