Defrosted.

For Christmas, I asked for a freezer. I totally love it. When I bake bread, I bake 12-16 loaves in a day and freeze a bunch. I always make meals in bulk and freeze those too. Like to buy extra and feel prepared. Anyway, I got dinner out of the freezer around 4:00 yesterday, and I always make sure I shut the door. I guess there was something blocking it that made it pop open because when I went downstairs this morning I could smell food. I looked in the trash to see if something was yucky in there, but it was clean. So, I glanced in the storage room where the freezer is, and I could see a light coming from the freezer. Sure enough, everything was defrosted. All of my soups, burritos, and casseroles. I threw all of the questionable stuff away. It makes me so mad because there was over 70 ounces of breast milk in there! Do you know how much pumping that is? Oh well. I guess we will eat like kings today!