Thursday, June 18, 2009

A while back, I mentioned how no one in my house can eat the last cookie (tm), but it seems to extend further than just baked goods - this week alone, I've thrown out a bottle of mouthwash with half of a teaspoon of mouthwash in the bottom, a jar of shampoo with the faintest shampoo residue in the bottom, and two empty granola bar boxes.

This drives me in-freaking-sane.

Of course no one in our 3-person household will ever cop to having used the last (or almost last) of something.

Tonight, though, we have reached a new low. My husband pulls out the gallon of milk (with maybe enough for one or two bowls of cereal) smells it, announces that it's bad and mentions that we might want to throw it out soon.

soon.

Then he puts it right back into the refrigerator.

If it's bad, why the hell wouldn't we throw it away NOW???? Is it going to get better overnight? Is one of us going to miraculously develop a taste for chunky milk?

And, you know, if I hadn't emptied the last of it and put the container out in the recycling can, it would have been there, taking up valuable fridge space until the end of time. Because throwing things into any of the trash cans conveniently located throughout the house is HARD.

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