My conversation with the protein muffin in the refrigerator

ME (opening fridge door): Hey.

MUFFIN: Hey.

ME: So I'm probably going to eat you.

MUFFIN: What?

ME: I'm probably going to eat you. You look delicious. Thought you should know.

MUFFIN: You can't do that.

ME: Why?

MUFFIN: Because Terry made these muffins for herself. You're not allowed to eat us.

ME: Says who?

MUFFIN: Says your wife. She even told you that when you asked whether the muffins were fair game.

ME: Doesn't seem right.

MUFFIN: What doesn't seem right?

ME: Her eating all the muffins.

MUFFIN: But we're her muffins. She made us, put us in little containers, and placed us in the upper right corner of the fridge with the other Terry-only food.

ME: I just want one muffin. There are six of you. She won't miss it.

MUFFIN: She will miss it. Nothing escapes her. You know this.

ME: I just feel like anything she makes and puts in the fridge should be available to all of us.

MUFFIN: And that's how it works 99% of the time. For all the incredible meals she has made for the family over the years, being able to reserve 1% of the food for herself isn't asking much.

ME: Well, I paid for the ingredients. I should be entitled to at least one muffin.

MUFFIN: That's not necessarily true. What if she used the cash she makes at the library to buy those ingredients?

ME: It's impossible to say. It all goes into the same bank account, so you can't know whether it was "her" money that bought those ingredients.

MUFFIN: Nor can you know whether it was "yours." The point is, let her have her muffins.

ME: But you look delicious. And I'm hungry for some sweet carb-y goodness.

MUFFIN: What happens every time you eat something she wants for herself or that she's saving to use in a recipe?

ME: When have I ever done that?

MUFFIN: The chocolate chips, the block of Swiss cheese, the muesli cereal, countless restaurant leftovers. Shall I go on?

ME: No.

MUFFIN: Should you have eaten those things?

ME: No.

MUFFIN: And when you did, was she happy?

ME (cringing as I recall each incident): No.

MUFFIN: Back away from the fridge and find another snack, Hamburglar. We're hers.

ME: Just one muffin?

MUFFIN: No.

ME: How about half a muffin?

MUFFIN: No.

ME: One bite?

MUFFIN: NO! Taking a bite out of a muffin and leaving the rest in the fridge is going to make her madder than if you had taken a whole muffin. Now go away.

ME (resigned): OK.

MUFFIN: I'm glad you're finally listening to reason.

ME: Do you think it's OK if I only eat half the block of Swiss cheese and leave her the rest?

My favorite thing about our appliances? The songs they sing, of course

When it comes to home appliances, we have become very brand-loyal to LG in recent years. I don't know if this was planned on our part, but the company's products are generally sound, reliable, and long-lasting.

Which is what you want in an appliance, of course. But for me, the key selling point was that our LG refrigerator, dishwasher, microwave, stove, washer, and dryer all play fun little electronic songs.

Like, for instance, this is what you hear when the microwave finishes heating your dinner (if you're reading this on your phone and the video window doesn't appear below, click on this link, which will open in a separate tab/window - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phyjMwNm-Rw):

Isn't that great? I made up lyrics to it, by the way. They go like this: "I am so happy that my food is done!"

Play the tune again and you'll see they fit perfectly.

This is the song our washer and dryer play when they finish a cycle (again, here's the link if a video window doesn't show up for you - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Y7rj98trow):

I don't yet have any lyrics for that one, but this enterprising young man did me one better. He took what was already a fun little ditty and played it in 10 different musical styles, including my favorite, thrash metal. Take a listen (the link if you need it - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=myZYsICWwNI):

I like to believe that video right there is the sole reason the Internet was created.

New refrigerator = new life

You don't realize how much your major kitchen appliances shape your existence until you buy a new one.

We recently purchased a new refrigerator and I'm still getting used to it. I interact with the refrigerator several times a day, and when the contents get rearranged, it throws me off.

"Wait, where do we keep the cheese now? And why are my apples way over here? This shelf moves? And this one doesn't? Why would they design it like that? How do you make it spit out ice cubes instead of water?"

And so on. My list of questions and sundry annoyances grows daily, but there's no denying it's a beautiful refrigerator. It's black. Very black. None more black.

My wife has decided that that's the direction in which all of our kitchen appliances are going: black. Which is fine by me. I just need to keep track of where she puts the yogurt now. And the fact that our freezer is now on the bottom rather on the side. That's world-changing, by the way. I won't get used to that for at least three years (you think I'm kidding).

A few years ago we bought a dishwasher from a guy named Flint Parker. That's an absolutely true story. "Flint Parker" should be rasslin' dogies out west, not selling overpriced appliances to suburban white people.

But sell appliances is what Flint Parker does, and he sold us an expensive one. I still love it, but it causes Terry no end of grief because she's constantly having to pull bits of food out of the spray arm nozzles so that our expensive dishwasher will actually, you know, wash dishes.

I've finally gotten used to the space-age, touch-sensitive buttons on the door of our dishwasher, which means it's about time for Terry to buy a new one. A cardinal rule in this house is that Daddy is never to be comfortable with any of the living arrangements. Once I grow accustomed to something, the family switches it on me. I can't keep up, and I think this amuses them. I'm like a walking psychology experiment to these people.

Anyway, apart from the refrigerator and the dishwasher, the only other really "major" kitchen appliance is the stove, and I almost never use it. I'll boil water occasionally, and once a decade I'll bake something, but really, Terry is free to swap that out whenever she likes. It's the one thing that won't alter my existence much at all.

But the Keurig? And the Vitamix? Those are staples. Don't mess with those. I need some consistency in my life. And besides, I'm still too busy trying to figure out where we keep the salad dressing now.

Here are the new rules...please follow them

You're probably not aware of this, but I have been elected Household Living Czar of the United States. You don't need to concern yourself with how this came to pass. Suffice it to say that I have been invested with the power to dictate certain rules and regulations governing the way Americans should live their daily lives.

Henceforth, the following decrees shall be in effect for all citizens of this great nation (NOTE TO KERRI JONES: Please feel free to adopt these in Australia as you see fit):

1. Toilet paper shall be hung OVER, not under: There will be no exceptions to this rule. How this "under" nonsense even got started is beyond me. Violators will be sentenced to watching a three-day, nonstop "Jersey Shore" marathon.

2. Fathers will cast the tiebreaking vote when the family reaches an impasse in movie selection: Family Movie Nights are ruined when you can't come to some agreement on which movie to watch. Much like the Vice President in the Senate, the father now has authority to break the tie and make the final choice. End of story. If you don't like what Dad picks, your only other option is to go and clean one of the bathrooms in the house (Mom will select which bathroom).

3. If something doesn't fit into the cupboard, take the time to make it fit: We keep our cereal in a cabinet over the stove. The way we have this cabinet set up, you can comfortably store three, maybe four boxes of cereal. Oftentimes, some denizens of the house who shall remain nameless but are NOT me or my wife will try to jam in a fifth or even sixth box of cereal. They are satisfied if the extra box stays up there without falling back out, even if it means that it's protruding six inches out of the cabinet and the door won't close. This is unacceptable. It is beyond unacceptable. Either rearrange the contents of the cabinet such that your cereal will fit in there, or take the unnecessary box out and put it back into the basement. One or the other. Penalty for failure to comply is that we'll stuff YOU into the cereal cabinet.

4. Water stays in the shower or gets cleaned up: This isn't difficult. If you take a shower and water somehow gets onto the bathroom floor, clean it up. And then pick the wet towels up off the floor and dispose of them properly. That's it. That's all you have to do. I can draw you a diagram with detailed instructions, if it will help.

5. Turn the lights off. Turn the lights off! TURN THE LIGHTS OFF!: My children are quite clearly aware that light switches can be used to illuminate a room. Just flip the switch up and, presto, you have light! It's really quite the invention. But I have failed to teach them that the switch is, in fact, bidirectional. If you push it down, the lights go off. Amazing, I know! As far as my kids know, a light switch only needs to be used once, and then you should keep it on forever.

6. All family members must learn the function of coat hooks: When we added a mud room onto our house, we had these really nice cubbies and coat hooks installed to store everyone's jackets, shoes, school supplies, etc. In an attempt not to wear the coat hooks out, apparently, certain members of my family elect not to use them, opting instead for the increasingly popular Throw It On the Floor method of garment storage. No. Just, no.

7. Everyone is to gain an understanding of how refrigerators work: Two important things to remember - (a) The refrigerator does not spontaneously produce food every time you open the door. What was in there five minutes ago is what's in there now. No need to check again. (b) The refrigerator refrigerates food. That means it keeps it cold. It operates much more efficiently when the refrigerator door is in the closed position and the cold air inside is not allowed to escape. A minor and perhaps obvious point, but one that still clearly needs to be made in 95% of American households.

8. Practice the basic elements of HVAC economics: Why yes, I suppose we COULD turn on the central air since you're feeling a touch warm. OR....and I know this is crazy....you could simply open a window, which as it turns out is free. Or change into a short-sleeved shirt (also free). The air conditioning system, sadly, is not free. "Free" always trumps "not free."

9. I don't need to see your used toothpaste: You're brushing your teeth. That's good. Over the years I think we've managed to buy our kids' dentist a boat and two summer homes on Cape Cod. But when you're finished brushing, the idea is to spit the toothpaste into the sink and make sure every molecule of it goes down the drain. If you simply spit randomly into the sink and walk away, the next morning there will be a wall of disgusting dried toothpaste in the sink. And nobody wants to see that. Not even me, the guy who cleaned a variety of horrible bodily emissions off of you for the first 2-3 years of your life.

10. If you ask for it, eat it: "Mommy, can I have some pancakes?" "Sure, honey. I'll get you some." Mommy fixes the pancakes and serves them to the requesting child. "There you go, three pancakes just the way you like them!" "Oh. Uh, I don't think I really want them. I guess I'm not as hungry as I thought." Five minutes later, Mommy is flipping through the Yellow Pages looking for an attorney to represent her in her upcoming trial for assault and battery on a minor.