Typical.

Toronto has just started its newest heatwave. Which I enjoy.

What doesn't impress me is that our refrigerator died on Tuesday (ruining a small fortune in food, sauces, condiments and... and... oh, dear god! My dumplings. Gahhhhh!). No cold beverages. No cold storage. And hot, hot temperatures.

If you've never had a fridge defrost unexpectedly on you, count your blessings.

The smell of rotting deer meat (Chris' father enjoys hunting during the "season" -- for the record, I only eat red meat when it's squished into a small, cardboard-ish patty and slathered with all sorts of wonderful cheeses and condiments to disguise the taste) nearly sent my olfactory senses into permanent retirement.

We're hoping for a new fridge. Soon would be nice. So if I steal your lovely and cold beverage, don't take it personally.