Part of the reason that it’s so easy for me to be messy is that things can just become part of the landscape for me. The mail on the table is just…. there. The empty paper bag that can easily be mistaken for a bag with popcorn…. just there. So for the past year and a half, this bottle of grapefruit juice has been sitting with the tools. ‘Why?’ Well, because I never moved it. It’s from Annette’s Awesome Birthday Luau of May 2006. To be fair, it might have been inside the luau stuff containers for a while, then moved to the tool area. (I’m loathe to call it a ‘workbench’ because no work happens there – it’s where I throw the tools.) Anyway, I noticed that the juice looked pretty brown, and the bottle was pretty swollen. I showed it to Lloyd and said, “I’m pretty sure this is fermented.” (The expiration date was February 2007.) Like any guy – he drank some of it. *jibblie jibblie* He said he wasn’t sure if it really was fermented, since unsweetened grapefruit juice tastes so nasty anyway.