That means Outdoor Kitchen in Hindi. We have one. And not because we're fancy. Last night we came home from bingo/tango to find three gallons of ice cream soup.
Our cardboard refridgerator fits conveniently next to our porch-stove and Co-Pilot's stinky soccer socks. Some call it art.
Speaking of art. Co-Pilot was the big winner at Bingo/Tango night at the Contemporary Art Institute. By winner, I mean she won a bunch of free literature in a bag with tissue paper, and this fine little friend.
He is an icebot. See, he has a scarf and likes the cold. He can't live in our fridge because it is too balmy and will start smelling like lunchmeat tomorrow. That is why his face says, "grimace" not "icebot smile" The upside? We're going to unplug the useless indoor fridge and save precious pennies on our electric bill.
P.S. non-perishable donations will be accepted.
