Kitchen Cruft -- Going, Going, Gone!

Yesterday, R went on a cleaning "binge" and threw out my "collection" of sauce packets -- ketchup, mustard, hot sauce from Taco Bell, soy sauce from take-out sushi and Chinese restaurants, etc. I don't remember how long I've had them; I do know they don't last forever.

Yeah, I was upset when she threw them out, and took them to the neighboring apartment complex's dumpster. But I'm over it now. And I'm starting to feel a little better about throwing things out that have little or no intrinsic value or importance. It's like a spell has been broken, or a little bit of the weight of the world has been lifted from my shoulders.

( So why do I keep these things? )