Okay. It had never been opened. But still!
The stupid mustard went through three moves. From Rhode Island to the North Shore in Massachusetts, to where I am now. I packed it. I paid to have it moved.
Cleaning out the fridge....eeewwwww!
Mom on the phone while I freak, "Just because it's never been opened doesn't mean it can't go bad."
How did all this stuff in jars and bottles shoved to the back of the fridge get fuzzy?
And we're not talking a little fuzzy. I'm talking alien life form. I'm talking keeping it as a pet or donating it to science for vivisection.
My favorite bit? My really favorite bit?
The cheap-o parmasian cheese that I used yesterday expired in December!
And I wonder why my stomach is acting up today! No wonder why me and the WC are best friends.
I'm lucky my stomach didn't need pumping!
It smelled fine! And it wasn't green-colored at all!
I obviously have a stomach made of cast-iron and a kick-ass immune system.
*reaches for the Lysol with evil glint in my eye*
I suck as a housekeeper.
And I'm apparantly stupid, too.