These were my thoughts while I was cleaning out the fridge...a job long overdue.
Top shelf...moldy cheese and spilled hummingbird food..."Why do we have so much cheese?"
"Those hummingbirds eat better than we do. It's funny how my husband can't tell when the trash can is overflowing, but let the hummingbird feeder get below half full and he's in the kitchen, cooking up his special recipe. He even told me the other day that my store bought red water wasn't good enough and the birds didn't even like it. Oh well, at least my family won't starve if anything ever happens to me. They'll get by on taco salad and hummingbird nectar."
Second shelf...a motley crew of bowls full of leftovers in various stages of decomposition..."Why do I bother? Every night I carefully save what's left of dinner, just so it can sit in my fridge and spoil. Then I wash out the stinky bowl and start all over again."
Bottom drawer...3rd bag of half used, wilted, slimy salad stuff...and 27 little packets of ketchup, mustard, and sweet and sour sauce from fast food restaurants. Apparently I'm afraid we may run out of ketchup at some crucial time, and at least I'll have enough packets for us all to get one dot of condoment each. Although, it's an irrational fear considering the two half full and one unopened bottles of ketchup in the door.
"Four packs of cream cheese?"
"When did this happen? This is so nasty. I turn my back for 9 measly months and the whole place goes to...Oh...my...gosh...this dressing expired in November of '07."
Perfect! Now I just need to go shopping!
1 comment:
A fridge is a fridge is a fridge. A fridge by any other name is still a fridge! Conditions are the same in all but the empty ones. Count your blessings. You had food enough to have left-overs.
The cheery new backdrop is nice.
MOM
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