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My husband likes to tell me that “he’s all that’s man.”
He gives me reason to doubt, however, when I ask him why he hates using rinsed-out yogurt containers as Tupperware and he responds that it’s because he can’t see through the plastic and he’s afraid of opening it up and finding mold.
I always feel a sense of accomplishment when I finish my leftovers before they grow mold.
I guess you have to appreciate the little things.
The really little things …
There are leftovers galore in the fridge.
Options include:
10-day-old ratatouille
eight-day-old watermelon
week-old spaghetti
six-day-old spaghetti
two-day-old PB & J that sat in the back of Cassy and Justin’s broiling car all Saturday while we finished the Triple Bypass
Nothing’s growing mold yet, so I’m probably alright. Plus, my colon could use a good cleaning.
Two weeks ago, I drank some mold.
Two days ago, I drank some rotten milk.
If I make it to 2012, it’ll be a miracle.