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That Time O The Month....

It's that time of the month...and no, I'm not going to indulge you in an anatomy lesson...I'm talking about when I finally am tired of walking into my kitchen and wondering "what the heck is that smell" and consequently do a deep clean to find "that smell."

This month's version is brought to you by the fridge. Upon opening the door, it took me approximately 3 seconds less than it did Britney to go crazy to realize it was the hot spot. Among my prizes:

2 Debbie Meyer's Green Bags, one with a brownish slimy green pepper half, the other with contents unknown.

1 small round tupperware, with pink and black corn. (for clarification, this is not like one of those Dr. Seuss Green Eggs and Ham things, no, it was simply moldy enough to not be yellow any more.)

1 medium round tupperware, with mixed slimes and molds..uh, I mean mixed veggies.

1 medium round tupperware, with mango salsa prepared on January 4 . I know this because I took a picture and put it on facebook. I'm guessing if I put a picture of what I threw away on facebook it would be flagged for inappropriate content.

1 square take & toss, with the remains of a salad I took to work, oh maybe 3 weeks ago.

1 small square tupperware, sans lid, with asparagus that most closely resembled weeds after they've had a drink of Round-Up.

1 Ziplock bag, the contents of which would have baffled even forensic science.

1 bag of shredded carrots, slime, and some blue things.

1 plastic store container of bean sprouts (at least that's what they were when I bought them).

And my favorite find, one bottle of Amaretto. A classic that luckily for me, never goes bad.

Alas, my kitchen no longer has any indiscernible odors.

Comments

  1. ewwwwwwww...

    Travis is an awfully tidy dude, I have a hard time imagining a world where he would allow that much crap to build-up in your fridge.

    I blame Billy. Clearly this was his doing.

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