Thank you, Glad person, whoever you are!

Ah...vacation. I finally have time to do the things that never seem to get done. Like cleaning out the fridge. I think that ranks one notch below cleaning toilets on my least favorite chore list, but my poor bowls are begging to be rescued.

I'm in the middle of it right now...eggs, milk, and various containers filled with the ghosts of dinners past are stacked up on the counter, but I had to share this quick thought: I know why nobody buys Tupperware anymore. Believe it or not I have two small bowls, one in 1960s orange and one in avacado green. The green one has cabbage and potatoes in it. I know, because I just put there Sunday, on top of a clear Gladware one filled with the other half of the leftovers. Perfect for lunches, I reasoned. It sounds better than "I don't have a storage container large enough for both." Probably because they're all in the fridge, along with the rest of my good glass bowls. I know full well in two weeks it will still be there, I won't remember what's in it and I'll be too afraid to look.

Which is what just happened with the orange one. I popped open the top and vegetable soup splashed onto my foot. Ew! When was the last time we had vegetable soup? Should I take another shower now?

And then came my Aha moment: Somebody at Gladware had the same experience, decided the spare the rest of human race the trauma, and made clear plastic containers. This way, we aren't forced to open it and gag on the contents. We can see the fuzz without having to smell it, and then decide if we want to tackle the beast or just toss it. It's ingenious, actually, because now it comes down to how much we're willing to pay to walk away from the battle. We're standing at our kitchen counters thinking, "Hmmm. Do I want to open and dump this fuzzy spaghetti sauce that I know is going to make me want to hurl and will stink up my kitchen, or would I rather toss it and pay $5 for a new set of containers. Duh. Toss! I'll pay the 5 bucks!"

Okay. That's my thought for the moment. I have weeks-old leftovers warming on my counter that need to be dealt with, and we all they become a different kind of monster as their temperatures rise.