How fussy are you with your fridge?

It’s a very serious relationship. We’re having a fight these days though. But I know my fridge loves me, and I love my fridge.

I am currently having a spat with my fridge as I try to drop a few pounds (I’ve lost 8 thus far).

That thoughtless shrew seems to always be full of great stuff to enjoy, most of which contain approximately a gazillion calories per sniff.

I don’t appreciate my fridge enough, but my fridge does everything for me (most of the time). I take her for granted, and use her whenever I want. She “opens up” on demand, and lets me touch her wherever, whenever. She gives me everything she possibly could to satisfy me, and I always fill her up when she gets hungry and empty.

She does everything to keep me happy.

I have alternately adored her and despised her. I don’t like the secrets she keeps under the veggie bin, and she’s been known to go too long between baths. But her shiny surface is like a welcoming smile to me, and there’s always something wonderfully wicked lurking inside if you’ll take some time to explore her. We are joined for life.

I like to keep everything in the same place so it’s easy to find. My wife recently started cooking and has no idea where to put things. I don’t understand this because we’ve only been living together with this fridge for 20 years. But I guess she never noticed where things go, somehow. So I have had to give her tutorials to the fridge and to the spice drawer.

Very weird, but essential.

I don’t talk to my refridgerator. I am not fussy about how things are arranged in my fridge, but my husband cares, so I try to keep some sort of logic in there, especially the freezer part. I like my fridge to have some room, a little empty space, even thouhg that is less energy efficient. I hate when anything is packed or overstuffed; fridge, closet, files, anything.

I am extremely fussy—I would love to have a clean, neat, tidy, organized fridge, but the residents of my house don’t allow me that luxury.

On the outside, a few magnets, Babylingua’s artwork and MUST-DO papers.

There will be times when I open the door and say out loud to it, “what the hell was I wanting out of here?” It never tells me and then I close the door and leave.

I know if I put anything really delicious in it, my husband will eat it while I’m at work (opposite schedules).

Gives me an excuse to make him take me out when I get home :)

The fridge and the dryer are in cahoots. I put something in either and it’s never seen again. Sometimes, on quiet nights, I hear them chuckling at me. Bastards.

I’m rather pleased with my relationship with my fridge lately. You can see parts of the back wall!
I grew up in a household of packed refrigerator. My brother went into bacteriology because he wanted to find out what those things growing in Mom’s fridge were. My refrigerators weren’t quite as bad, but now, I’m doing so much better. I don’t have as many leftovers and I use up what I do have pretty quickly. A half an egg got away from me last week (yuck), but I’m generally pleased.

My fridge and I are about to live all alone for the first time ever, Totally empty nest by end of November. I wonder how we shall get along.

We have tons of magnets on our fridge. I love it, I think it’s adorable. It is the perfect facade since the inside is a mess.

My fridge is neglecting me at the moment. Time for me to start giving more to the relationship I reckon.

I am a serial “open the door fridge multiple times in a row knowing there is nothing good in there to eat” person. One day my fridge will surprise me and grant my wish of a fridge full of each and every one of my favourite foods, it will then do this everytime I open the fridge.

I’m fussy with wanting things to be placed in the same area all the time and to keep yuck wiped up and out of there. I’ve come to know which shelves are colder than the others for keeping particular foods so to me my fussiness makes sense. I’ve always thought it helped others too so they could easily find items.

I never talked with my fridge. I shall try it and see how this goes.

@Hibernate This seems interesting. I wonder if any jelly would join the buddy list if Fluther offers this feature.

Now this is one fridge conversation I would like to listen to. LOL

There is hardly ever much in my fridge so I would imagine it hates me for leaving it so pitiful, it certainly can’t have job satisfaction!!!

On the outside my fridge has a picture of Kat Von D and a receipt for dog food.

My favorite fridge cartoon.

I love my refrigerator.

It is an ancient thing, an Admiral, gone yellow with the centuries. But as a zombie, it cannot end, and as a Viking, it still fights on. TO THE END.

It brings with it the wrath of Jötunheimr, it never keeps rot, I need no better, fussy I am not.

For it is loyal, a true friend who keeps me fed, it thinks me royal, that towering relic has cred.

I apologize for this shit. :D

@Blueroses Farside rocks!

It’s fun when folks are a buzzin

I was 100% sober when I wrote that. Serious.

@Symbeline Then you are just naturally cute :)

I like fucked up poems. :)

Keep em comin”

My fridge is very frightening after Friday night
it holds the Grey Goose Vodka that nearly took my life. lol

I like cleaning the fridge every two weeks because I love the look of a clean fridge and knowing it’s clean because of me. There is something satisfying about it.