Had a good “senior moment” yesterday.
The restaurant we went to, their main dish portions are big enough for three good-sized servings, so we had a lot left over to bring home.
Got home, got out our glass containers (the to-go boxes let too much odor out - don’t want that in my fridge), removed the little paper-towel cushions I use to nest the containers, transferred the food to those, put everything where it belongs, watched some TV, did some work (grrrrr!), went to bed and had lovely dreams of sweet & sour this and crispy-noodle that.
Got up this morning, had coffee, went to get some half-n-half out of the fridge and noticed my little squares of paper towel were in there. Hmmmm…that’s odd, whatever.
Finished coffee, went to unload the dishwasher, opened up the cupboard where I store those containers…yep, there were the leftovers from last night, all tucked away nice and cozy-like in their little containers.
Needless to say, I’m very first, top of the charts, hit parade number 1 on MrsT’s shitlist right now…