On this seventh days I surrendered:

Assorted sweets and sadly expired stuff from the shelves of my now spotless fridge. Certainly some should have seen the inside of the trash compactor several seasons past.
On this seventh days I surrendered:

Assorted sweets and sadly expired stuff from the shelves of my now spotless fridge. Certainly some should have seen the inside of the trash compactor several seasons past.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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I'd curtsy but I'm drunk.
But… but… but… I was planning on HAVING that tomato sauce soon!
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I’ll send it to you….
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This a cheap ploy for you to really send me the bathroom rug, isn’t it?
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Ha! That’s in the hands of another. All I have to offer today is expired foods.
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Would you like to come over and sort my stuff??? x
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Sure!
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I bet you could have eaten those foods and ditched the containers
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Probably. But the sell by dates ended in 17, so I didn’t want to chance it.
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🙂
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I love a spotless fridge!
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Mine seldom is!
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I am just like you – I always leave cleaning it until I really cannot bear it anymore!
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