Polishing Things Off

The last of the rice with veggies.



The last of the tortillas.



A sizeable dent in the hummus.



The last of the orange juice.



The last of the return address labels.



Not the last of the Special Dark chocolate chips. Just a modest portion, rolling itself about agreeably until it had formed an impromptu heart.



Not pictured: the last of the Hawaiian barbecue, but it’s next on the agenda.

Use/eat it up.
Wear it out.
Make it do.
Sit and pout.
Scream and shout.
Do without.

I love it when nothing goes to waste.