Every week my next blog taunts me for a topic. It's almost as bad as the blinking cursor mocking me to think of something brilliant to write. Although, there are rare occasions when inspiration hits and I think, "That would make a great blog!"

For instance, I thought my defrosting debacle would make a great blog topic. However, it took me a while to find the humor in such a simple task that turned into a catastrophe.

My refrigerator is not your typical household fridge. It is one of those made for college students or single people, such as myself, who cannot possibly fill a full-size refrigerator.

The freezer is a small space located inside the fridge, which has a tendency to fill with frost. When I first moved in, I didn't think it would be that big of a deal. But I later learned just how much I missed my frozen pizzas or pizza rolls or TV dinners or anything else found in the freezer section -- oh, and ice cubes!

"I will cure that," I thought one boring day. "I will just defrost this thing and see what I can fit into the tiny space that is the freezer."

So after a small how-to discussion with my mother, I borrowed a cooler from her and returned home to commence the defrosting. (I chose to defrost it before going to the grocery store, which I thought was an excellent idea on my part.)

Once the food was out and the fridge was off, I waited. And I waited. And I waited some more. I was starting to get annoyed -- I had nothing cold to drink in my house anymore; Big was constantly trying to nap in the vacant fridge; and a pond was beginning to form on my kitchen floor. ("Where else did you expect it to end up?", my mother later asked me.)

"Seriously! How much longer will this take," I said frustrated with my arms in the air, after 48 hours of waiting.

Five soaked bath towels and three days later, the job was done. I had a completely clear freezer space -- awesome! After turning the fridge back on, I immediately filled an ice try and shoved it in the freezer. I patiently waited for ice cubes to form, but it too would get the best of me. One week later, I still had no ice in the ice tray.

"You have GOT to be kidding me!" I said to Big, who looked at me like I was slightly insane for being so mad about ice. Then, I melted and gave Big a pat on the head.