What’s in this thing?
Not sure whose these are or why they’re here. Maybe Mom drinks them?
It says “Sunday,” but today is Monday, and we definitely didn’t eat this last night. Weird.
Dad’s stuff for his knee.
Unclear how long it’s been in here. Maybe a while.
Looks like it was probably some kind of juice or something? Gross.
Someone definitely bought these, like, this week. They still have their color and everything. Is someone putting new food in the garage fridge? Why would they do that? Maybe there wasn’t any room in the kitchen fridge. They don’t take up that much space, though. If you tried, you could probably just cram them in there. Very strange that these are in here.
Dad keeps these here for when Uncle George visits.
Just lying there. Totally unfrozen. Bizarre.