I feel compelled to point out that the pistachio nut is not the only ‘animated’ food Bill has felt the need to save lately. I found him in the kitchen a couple weeks back scrutinizing Cheetos before eating them. Some he popped into his mouth. Others, he smiled at and laid ever-so-gently into a plastic Gladware container.

“Hey, Buhbee! Don’t throw these away or eat them, OK?”

“Um, OK.”

*beaming* “I’m making a Cheeto-Alphabet!! See, this one is a ‘J’…and here’s a ‘Q’…”

I’m questioning Bill’s sincerity in his decluttering effort. A Cheeto-Alphabet?!?! C’MON!!! And, there they sit atop our refrigerator like little stale orange donuts.

The belly button. I have no excuse for that except that I couldn’t see the surface of the shelf that it was on because it was up too high. (Hey, Jill! That probably means you haven’t dusted up there since Sam’s button fell off circa December 2007, huh? You are correct.)