We love the new chest!

It's okay, don't worry... this time I'm not talking about Alise's boobs...

Last Friday we decided to buy a new chest freezer. We have an old, stand up, fridge below/freezer on top thingy which while functional, doesn't allow us to keep too many things in a state of frozen. We went to Sears and picked out a nice small chest freezer (one that would be fairly cheap to run, wouldn't take up too much space in the kitchen, and which would fit in the back of Alise's car), and adopted the 'hey salesman, we want to buy something' pose.

Soon a kindly gentleman came over and talked us through our purchase. We spent a good while talking with him, comparing the freezer to other models, before settling on our choice. We wanted the freezer.

Turns out he didn't actually work there, he was just a nice old man who liked talking to people. No matter.

We eventually found someone and bought the appliance. Got it home, plugged it in, and spent the rest of the weekend filling it.

You see, Alise is currently nesting. A combination of the pregnancy and the approach of winter has turned her into a 5'7" squirrel. We cooked up pasta sauce, we made lasagna. We bought a 'shit ton' of bread rolls and froze them too. We cleaned the pantry of 'old crap' and filled it with 'new crap'; we're ready for an apocalypse.