We’ve been saying for ages and ages now that we have to get a freezer. The little drawer on the bottom of our fridge just is not adequate to store all the frozen stuff I need to have on hand, let alone extra crockpot leftovers and frozen pizza on sale and veggie burgers bought in bulk, all of which I would like to have on hand.

I finally got around to shopping for one online in the week after Christmas, because my mom and Sir Monkeypants’ mom and my grandmother had all given us a little bit of money, and if I didn’t use it to get a freezer I think my mother was going to have a coronary, that’s how much she loves to buy in bulk. We found a good boxing day sale on a small upright unit at Sears and ordered it online and everything, thus craftily avoiding actually going to the store during the horror that is boxing day shopping in Ontario.

We picked it up on the weekend and and MyFriendJen’s husband brought it down to the basement and plugged it in. Then we went out and bought three frozen pizzas and popped them in there.

I seriously cannot convey my joy and excitement over this freezer. There’s so much space! For frozen stuff! As much as I want! I can crockpot for 50, and still store it all, for up to six months at a time! We can make a run for Captain-safe bread — there’s only one brand name in the city that he can eat, and they don’t sell it at the Superstore — just once a month, and store loaves upon loaves in our new freezer! Bring on the BIG BOX OF WAFFLES!

Plus, do you know what this means? We once again have room in this house for ice cream!

It’s kind of ironic that, in a country where the weather is routinely below zero for four or five months of the year, I have a need for 8 cubic feet of extra freezer space. Although with today’s weather — 9 degrees and raining — I may have to crawl inside the new freezer just to feel Canadian again.