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5 Comments:
Right on, Ad. I love cherries. But everytime my wife buys them, they get shoved under the cucumbers and lettuce in the "Crisper" (yeah, right). By the time I find out about them, they've turned into slightly shriveled, wrinkly little - well, you know what I mean.
Wow. And cherries last a long time. You must have a very messy refrigerator, Scott.
You should see the Bell Pepper I just tossed. It looked like an old person. Sometimes I know they are past their prime and I just can't throw them out because I feel guilty that I wasted them and that they were grown and then had no purpose. I think I need therapy.
Josephine, darlin', we all need therapy.
If it would only tell me when my bagged spinach or salad was about to go, I'd be happy.
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