We got a new refrigerator, I call her Midge the fridge.

Nice automatic ice maker. Stick your glass under her chin and and she spits ice into it.

The problem I have with Midge is getting used to the "new" ice as it is being DROPPED into the bin.

BAM!

I must jump ten feet high.

Not very nice of Midge to wait until I have my back to her before she drops another load.

People with PTSD need padded ice bins...

Just a thought,

Petunia