Finding The Answer

I know where the answer is.  I get up from the sofa or out of bed and go downstairs or even come home and go straight to where the answer is.  Where is this, you might ask?  Well, if you have to know, and don't know already, the answer is  right there, in your kitchen, in the big, cold box better known as your refrigerator.  (I don't know why I always want to spell refrigerator with a "d" in the middle, but it might because when you refer to it with its nickname, that is spelled "Fridge"!  But I digress).  

Yes, I have come to believe that the answer to the question is in there, inside the Kenmore or Frigidaire  or LG or whatever brand it goes by.  Why else would I be drawn to it like a magnet upteen times a day or evening?  I don't  just decide to go look in the fridge, I am compelled!  Whatever is bugging me will be solved if I just find it in the fridge.  I must be so!

Anyway, I realized it tonight.  I realized just how true it must be.  The answer is in there!  Open the Magic Chef and voila!    All shall be revealed.  Reach in, grab something to satisfy your hunger...at least for a while.  How could it not be so?  How could you not find the Answer?  Think about it.  Every time you open that door, the light goes on doesn't it?  Even in the dark of midnight, it shines true.  So there you have it, my friends, the answer is in there.

​I rest my case.

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