In NZ it seems (from my eight years of limited experience) that it is not uncommon for folks to have an extra smaller refrigerator which they keep stocked with drinks, mostly beer. NZers seem to really like their beer. A lot. It also provides extra freezer space which comes in handy.
My parents have a beer fridge. It technically contains nothing alcoholic but it is usually packed with at least four different kinds of soda and bottles of water. Handsome and I always refer to it as the beer fridge because we both know what that means - it’s just the fridge in the garage. We rarely buy soda at home, but we’re happy to drink what my parents buy. Apparently the mooching doesn’t stop when you turn 21.
Anyway, this morning the kids and I dropped off Handsome at work and we went to mom’s house to swim. It was 112 degrees yesterday and I was still hot so I thought a swim would feel good, before the sun seared my skin off.
After our swim I was getting the kids into the car to go home and I snagged a root beer out of the beer fridge (see, it IS a beer fridge!) and brought it home. Earlier this afternoon I was starting to really drag. I needed to have some lunch so I opened the fridge and, lo and behold, what was staring back at me? An ice-cold A&W root beer!! HALLELUJAH!
God is so good. All the time, God is good.