IN THE FRIDGE

We went grocery shopping a few days before we got married. I bought a coconut. Why? I don't know. But it remained in our refrigerator for at least three moves before we tossed it out.

We have a tall can of Arnold Palmer's Lite

half tea/half lemonade. It's been there for at least three years. Why? I don't know.

There's something reassuring about opening your refrigerator and knowing there's something permanent. Something stagnant.

Oh, we certainly have staples. They consist of bottled water, diet sodas, eggs, milk, Laughing Cow cheese, Cool Whip (sugar free), pasta sauce, cottage cheese, jello, ranch salad dressing (what in the heck ever happened to French dressing anyhow?) and Arm and Hammer baking soda.

Of course, that's not counting the side that holds butter, more eggs, coffee, etc. Nor am I including meat and vegetable drawers. Just what you see when you open it up.

And in the back behind the diet cokes and next to the diet mountain dew, there sits the Arnold Palmer. For decoration; for permanence.