There is $10 in the Fridge Independence Day Begins in 305 Days and 11 Hours

I am reminded of the movie Independence Day, today.  There is actually a specific quote I am thinking of where the character President Thomas Whitmore says, “Perhaps its fate that today is the Fourth of July, and you will once again be fighting for our freedom... Not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution... but from annihilation. We are fighting for our right to live. To exist. And should we win the day; the Fourth of July will no longer be known as an American holiday, but as the day the world declared in one voice: "We will not go quietly into the night!" We will not vanish without a fight! We're going to live on! We're going to survive! Today we celebrate our Independence Day!” 

I would like to make a few adjustments so with a little freedom, and with the guidance of Mr. Hamilton, I prepare the following for February 16^th:

                “Perhaps its fate that today…you will once again be fighting for [your] freedom... Not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution... but from annihilation. [You] are fighting for [your] right to live. To exist.  And should [you] win, [on February 16^th, you will] declared: "[You] will not go quietly into the night!" [You] will not vanish without a fight! [You’re] going to live on! [You’re] going to survive! Today [you] celebrate [your] Independence Day!” 

Mr. Hamilton and I will be leaving our refrigerator.  The next 305 days and 11 hours will be spent preparing for this Independence Day.  So you may follow our preparations for the next 305 days and 11 hours.

There is $10 in the Fridge Combustion

With heavy breathing, I report I found Mr. Hamilton in the fridge.  I ripped the fridge apart, but not to find him.   I tore through the pantry and fridge with a garbage bag.  Almost everything was thrown away.  After taking a small moment to reflect on the matter, I turned my head to look at the damage I had done and saw Mr. Hamilton laying there, he was exhausted as well.  He wanted nothing to do with the outside world.  So with some contemplation and a few moments of discussion, it did feel like I was talking to a dollar bill but don’t tell Mr. Hamilton, I have decided he shall remain in the fridge. 

We are actually both consumed by how the fridge defines us, so I felt it was proper to let him stay put.  After a shower, I determined it felt good to get rid of all that garbage.  Mr. Hamilton enjoys the area he has to roam and stretch out.  I feel though something has got to change.  So as I consider heading to my closet to do the same thing, to avoid cleaning up my own life, I have come to determine I have done something irreversible.  I have not only locked Mr. Hamilton in the fridge, but I have also locked myself in the fridge.  We will be located there until further notice.