A Royal Wedding. A Royal Refrigerator? Oh, the pressure!
For those of you who are obsessive about enjoy following the Royal Wedding of Prince William and Catherine Middleton (I’m looking at you Melisa with one “s”), you can have your very own Royal Fridge. Seriously. If you’ve been under a rock and did not know it, GE actually released this as an ultimate wedding memorabilia.
Let’s forget for one moment that it would scare the crap out of me when I walked into my kitchen in the middle of the night. Or even the fact that I would always feel like the Royals were stalking me. Who needs that kind of judgement? I can hear them now. (No, not literally. I’m not insane.)
“Oh, look Wills. She’s going for that Rocky Road ice cream again. Does she think we don’t see that?”
“Did you see the way she went for those leftovers last night after midnight, Kate? Does she think the calories don’t count after midnight?”
“She’ll never fit into the fashionable dresses I wear if she keeps this up.”
“American commoners just don’t get it, my Princess.”
Like I need the future King and Queen of England judging me in the middle of the night. Or stalking me. And it absolutely would not be good for my diet. I can just see me now when I decide to grab that middle of the night snack or reach for something a little less than healthy. I’d be hitting the ground doing an army crawl towards my own refrigerator in hopes of avoiding their perky, happy smiles. I’d reach for the handle and try to snag some Ben & Jerry’s without disturbing them. It would never work. I’m not always great about getting rid of leftovers immediately.
“Oh my goodness! What on Earth is that putrid smell, Wills?”
“She forgot to clean out the left over sushi again.”
“It’s a miracle I can keep smiling when I have to smell that!”
Nope. I don’t need the pressure of the Royals watching my every refrigerator move. And really? Who wants to drop into an army crawl every time you want to grab a midnight snack. That just isn’t my idea of an ideal boot camp.
What about you? Could you be stalked and/or judged by your refrigerator on a daily basis?
Though, I would be a size 6 in no time at all if I had this on my refrigerator:
