I had just gotten back from the grocery store, Eupher, sir.
The refrigerator's stocked with six pounds of real cheddar cheese, two gallons of real milk, two dozen eggs, six loaves of extra-heavy-duty coarse fiber bread, a half gallon of vanilla ice cream, two pounds of real Swiss cheese, a new jar of real mayonnaise, a five-pound bag of oranges, a pound and a half of real butter, a pound of frozen corn, a pound of frozen peas, six one-quart jars of real tomato juice, one new bottle of real blue cheese salad dressing, nine containers of real yogurt (various flavors), a one-pound bag of salted pretzels, and a new box of 100% bran flakes.
Plus all the stuff in there before.
After your post, I went and took inventory of all that I had gotten.
I can't figure out why, with this bounty of other stuff, I chose to chow down on the sour cream, which I had intended to use tomorrow, not today.