These are all open jars and bottles that came out of our refrigerator this morning. Two mayos, two molasses (molassi?), four ketchups and three salsas. I'm not even sure I got them all because the fridge is a little bit messy today. Okay, fine, it's always a total catastrophe and I could lose the Titanic in there. Whatever. I would like to point out that perhaps if there was not such a huge volume of nearly empty condiment containers, I would be able to swipe the sticky shelves with a dirty dishcloth once every six months or so. That would be MUCH better.
I am not a picky girl, but this drives me insane. Lloyd claims he gets out a new one because he can't find the one that's already open. I don't buy it, though. If he can't find the old one in the fridge, how come he's so Johnny-on-the-spot with the new one in the cupboard? Let's face it, the cabinets aren't any tidier than the refrigerator, despite my brief flirtation with organization back in 2008. He also claims that the preposterous number of duplicates is not all his doing, and he further states that after I took this picture, I left the bottles and jars on the counter until he put them away. Did I say WHATEVER yet? No? Good, because that is SO overused.
UPDATED: I have become what I have sneered at.
11 hours ago