Every few months I gather up both nerve and stomach to clean out my refrigerator. It wouldn’t be so disturbing if I’d just dump the contents directly into the trash, but my guilty conscience compels me to recycle the containers in which my plague-ridden leftovers reside. Here are a few memorable moments from the Casa Weenie refrigeration archives: Is it a shrunken head, or is it a lime? I don’t think cottage cheese is supposed to be pink… Honey, there’s a decomposing finger in the freezer. “Name That Puddle” Why does this white ball smell like foot? Is that a zucchini in your crisper, or are you just suffering from syphilis? Remember the missing avocado from last summer? Neither do I. You might think I’d learn my lesson and clean out the fridge more often, but then what would I have to submit to the Oxford Journal of Infectious Diseases? Plus, I might be growing another cure for syphilis. (Then again, I might be growing another version of syphilis.) Being a scientist is such a burden.    

I’m not sure which part gave this one away, but it certainly wasn’t my drawing of Brad Pitt. From IleenieWeenie’s Draw Something Archives

Note the crocodile at the bottom. I’m pretty sure that was the giveaway. From IleenieWeenie’s Draw Something Archives

Just say “NO” to poorly drawn bongs. From IleenieWeenie’s Draw Something Archives

Everyone’s favorite game, Draw Something, is all the rage right now. Here is one of my recent entries. I like reminding people that I have a degree in art. Beyond keeping me humble, it does make me wonder if my parents got their money’s worth. This game would be a lot harder if I weren’t able to use arrows. From IleenieWeenie’s Draw Something Archives