My west coast brother has informed me that tonight is "Haunted Refrigerator Night." I've always suspected that our refrigerator is haunted, so I'm not surprised that there is a special night for it and others of its ilk. I have yet to catch it in the act but I know that mysterious things happen when I'm not looking. For example, often, in the deep dark middle of the night, I have heard clunking and thumping from downstairs in the general area of the kitchen. My spouse says it's just the icemaker making ice but I suspect that the refrigerator is taking its nightly stroll around the kitchen. My sleep fogged brain would rather accept a haunted refrigerator moving around the kitchen than think that some suspicious character has broken in. I'm pretty sure my spouse feels the same way. More proof of the haunting is the strange disappearance of food. It eats the good stuff. One day our refrigerator will be nicely stocked with cinnamon swirl bread, molasses cookies, sugar cookies, apple bread and other tasty treats from the bakery and by the next day they will have started to disappear at an alarming rate. Not the healthy stuff though. Oranges, apples, celery sticks and tomatoes remain untouched. I don't know where it keeps its arms (that's one of life's mysteries) but lately it has taken to raiding the pantry. I know this because the three large bags of candy that I bought for tomorrow night's trick or treaters have diminished to slightly more than two bags full. Maybe we'll have to hand out oranges.
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