The other day my roommate told me that he planned to spend the rest of his days as a bachelor, and also that he was going to spend his Sunday mornings working while wearing a funny looking collar. While comments about his choice in attire and profession are better suited for another time, I think the lifelong bachelorhood might suit him. Maybe even me, too. Either that or it is proof positive that we both need the sort of saving that women have been giving men for millenia.
Yesterday I threw out no less than three items in our fridge that expired in 2009. I last cleaned it out about six months ago, and obviously did a bang up job. We now have little more than beer, pickles, and leftovers.