My husband is the use-it-all-up guy in the house.
This I discovered - or was reminded of yet again - when we were having another one of our gourmet dinners on the go - Oscar Mayer hot dogs straight from the microwave.
Oh the planning and effort that go into the evening entrees I mastermind.
"Are these all the hot dogs we have?" Better Half asked, inspecting the refrigerator to produce exhibit A, a package with one solitary wiener remaining.
"No," I assured him cheerfully, thinking he was disappointed there'd be no luscious seconds.
I pointed to a fresh pack I had just opened, which, until my intervention, had been right next to the package that had just the one hot dog in it - the package he was holding.
So, begs the question - which Better Half has long since given up asking me - why didn't I use what was in the old package before I opened up the new one?
For lack of a better defense, I don't know. I guess the hot dogs in the unopened package struck me as more user friendly.
Or maybe it's because I'm a can't-finish-it-all gal who fortunately is in a long-term relationship with a use-it-all-up guy.
What I don't use, he finishes.
We complement each other in this respect even though we lock horns over it.
Better Half ultimately ate the one "leftover" hot dog, his typical comment being, "I'll finish this, Janice," usually said with a stoic tone hinting at a long-suffering commitment to the cause of living yet another day with someone as trying as yours truly.
I can assure you it's not easy for me either.
I've been lectured a lot through the years about my wasteful ways.
Why would you start on a new loaf of bread, for example, when there's a perfectly good heel and that other slice next to it that both strike me, quite frankly, as not very sandwich worthy at all.
Why are you buying strawberries at the grocery store when you haven't eaten the last of the blueberries or those bananas that are brown turning black?
You're going to make banana bread, you say?
I don't think so.
Truth be told, I'm a can't-finish-it-all gal who never drinks to the last drop a full glass of anything and has no intentions of doing so despite the through-the-years question/reminder: Are you all done with this?
Are you going to finish that?
It's not just food either.
I don't mercilessly squeeze the last blob of toothpaste from the tube.
Use-it-all-up guy does.
I don't add water to the shampoo bottle to get another wash in.
Use-it-all-up guy does.
I guess I'm wired to be the way I am. I have trouble with the use-it-all-up concept, unless it's the contents of Better Half's wallet, of course.
Then I can finish it all.
(Kiaski, a resident of Steubenville, is a staff columnist and features writer for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times and community editor for the Herald-Star. She can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.)