We were thisclose to passing the refrigerator and leaving to pick up our take out order last night when I remembered to run back and grab my camera. In the few seconds out of his sight, my husband turned his focus on the inside of the refrigerator door. A no man's land of forgotten items. There he filled up three bags of recycling in short order as he became more and more shocked at what he found...this wasn't the oldest condiment. Mea culpa? Don't look in MY direction. I'm thinking that the responsibility is shared by everyone who has ever gone in there for a bottle of water or a salad dressing. It takes a village and all...we are each responsible for each other's lives are we not?
