Life Inside the Fridge

Outside of her morning half & half for her boiled coffee, my wife is not into anything in the fridge.

Whole new life forms could be forming in there if she were in charge.

As usual, it is me who polices life inside the fridge.  I find things, ask politely if she still wants them and instead of a simple yes or no, I get some sort of perplexing question, or more typically many "How old is it?" "How long has it been there?" "What does it smell like?"

Normal people would simply shoot themselves.

We curmudgeons are made of sterner stuff, but, boy these females can be trying.