Heat

It's on days like this that you're really glad you live in the freezer.

Didn't get eaten today, by the way.

Hopes

Today there was a lot of activity in the freezer. My owner bought a carton of ice cream AND a frozen pizza.

I should have realized before that anybody who buys that much frozen pizza won't be cooking a turkey anytime soon.

But I am hopeful again. I don't know, I just get so down sometimes, you know? And I lose sight of the fact that we're talking about my destiny here, and my destiny will happen. I don't know when, but I know that it must. Predetermination may have its downside, but you gotta admit, you always know where you stand with it.

Soon.

Waiting and dreaming

I hate the waiting game.

It's so hard when there's something you really want, really need, really believe in, and if only someone else, the right someone else, would believe half as much as you do, everything would work out, everything would be wonderful. And maybe it will - surely it will. But when?

Sorry this blog has taken a whiny turn lately. But last night I had a dream that I was hot and golden and full of cornbread stuffing, sitting on a big platter. I woke up and just wanted to cry.

Sad day

Today I didn't get eaten. Again.

I know, I know, chin up, keep a stiff upper lip and all that stuff. But I don't even have a head.

Today I am feeling really down.

An idea

Could he be saving me for Thanksgiving?

When you come to think of it, it's not really all that unlikely. Christmas isn't really about turkeys. It's more about geese, or hams. (I knew a few frozen geese back in the old days and hoo, boy, could I tell you some stories!) But Thanksgiving? It's all about the turkey!

That's a really exciting idea. I mean, I don't want to get my hopes up, because they've been dashed before. And Thanksgiving is still months away. And who knows, maybe my owner is actually wanting turkey dinner on Fourth of July, and I wouldn't complain about that! But Thanksgiving, now, that would really be something.

Spring!

Ah, spring! When a frozen turkey's fancy turns to dinner.

Not that you're all that aware of the changing of the seasons when you live in a freezer.

Still, it's kind of primal, isn't it? The blood kind of gets to coursing in your veins - if you have all that stuff - and you feel fresh and young and full of life.

And of course I'm frozen and have been around for kind of a while now and am not, strictly speaking, alive in the first place. But still: spring!

Maybe Easter? Ha!

Or maybe not.

I just need to learn patience. It has to happen sooner or later. Someday I must be eaten, I must be. It is my fate. I can't do anything to bring it about more quickly, but I also couldn't escape it if I wanted to. I will be eaten.