i needed room for the macaroni salad.
it was either that or the dog's carrot stash, and they were all eyeballin me every time i went near the fridge.
LOVE the holidays, but HATE being the one who has to "find room" in the fridge for all the leftovers.
All the while I'm rearranging, shuffling, cussing, my wife adds her supportive-dismissive "you can figure it out. It's not that hard"
Now THAT P___ES me off, because she KNOWS that's what I say to my students when they're being dopes.
A week later, were looking for a particular dish, container, bowl...
ME: looking in the fridge: "Yeah, it's in the fridge, shoved way back in there behind something, which is behind something..."
HER: "What's in it?"
ME: "Some kind of green, fuzzy stuff!"
...but I don't remember serving any green, fuzzy stuff on Thanksgiving.
By the way, I'm not complaining about my wife. She's usually right after all.