Last weekend I actually cleaned my windows for the first time in 3 years.
This weekend, I am going to get into that refrigerator and dispose of the probably half-dozen mostly empty pickle jars, two or three nearly empty olive jars, and contemplate what must be five or six containers of mostly gone mustards of various flavors.
I figure this will empty out the refrigetor by at least 25%.
I always seem to have a lot of mustard, but never any when I need it.
I attribute this problem solely to my gender. And to the fact I am apparently turning into Andy Rooney.