False alarm

It's almost more than a frozen turkey can take sometimes.

He packed me into a box with the other items from the refrigerator and freezer. He drove me to another apartment. He unpacked the box. He put me in the freezer.

This time there's a bag of frozen green beans right on top of me. I hate green beans.

It can't be good to have partially thawed and refrozen, can it? I hope I am still edible.

Thawing!

I can't believe it! I'm being thawed! This is incredible! I'm out on the counter of my owner's apartment. This isn't right - he's supposed to thaw me in a sink full of water, but I don't want to be picky. This is it! I'm going to be eaten!

It's kind of odd for him to be starting a turkey this late in the day. The apartment seems big, and uncomfortably warm, after all my time in the freezer. There are lots of boxes.

He appears to be packing everything into boxes. What a strange thing to do. Well, as long as I'm getting eaten, I could care less if he does a hornpipe! Cranberry sauce, here I come!

Valentine's Day

Maybe he likes a turkey dinner on St. Patrick's Day.

Today is not the day

A bunch of new arrivals from the grocery store today, including a frozen pizza on top of me. Well, it's not the first time it's happened, and I guess it won't be the last. I'm becoming inured to indignities.

Maybe it'll be Valentine's Day.

Not fair!

What the hell has ice cream got that I haven't got?!? Huh?!?!?

I'm sorry. Trying to be patient. Still, what am I, chopped liver?

Looking on the bright side

I haven't felt much like blogging in a while.

I mean, I guess I can keep indefinitely in the freezer, right? Maybe my owner doesn't like turkey on Christmas. Maybe he likes it for Valentine's Day. It's not like I really care. I'm frozen: I can wait.

Oh God, it was hard when the green beans got eaten, though. Hard to see other food come and go and still be waiting here. But I can wait! I'll keep telling myself that. I'm just as good as the day I was frozen. My dinner will come.

He didn't come for me.

My owner didn't come. I am still frozen. In a tiny freezer. With green beans.

Can you imagine how it would feel to be warm and soft and juicy and covered with gravy? Oh, I can. I can't believe he didn't make me for Christmas dinner. He is not even here. I am alone.