Suicide by Leftovers

I would like to start this blogging by saying that if I do in fact die , I would like for Sarah to have pretty much any of my crap that she wants.

Ok , so this afternoon I made dinner for Matt , he came home , ate and then we went to a friends house. I didn't eat earlier , I figured I'd have leftovers later , so when I went into the kitchen to do just that, I realize that Matt has just polished off what was left of the chicken. So I had to dig through the fridge for something else to eat.

I'll give you a little background to this 'story'
1. I'm poor.
2. I'm not picky.
3. I'm kind of stupid.

This past weekend , Matt and I got to eat at Chili's , which is rare (I'm poor). I guess my "eyes were bigger than my belly" because I didn't eat very much of my food, so like any other thrifty American , I brought it home to finish later. I don't know what "later" is (I'm kind of stupid). So fast forward to today, I'm hungry , so I dig those leftovers out of the fridge, Matt gives me one of those looks, followed by something to the effect of "If you eat that , you'll die." And he didn't mean it in the cute way like , if you eat the last cookie , you will die, he meant in the literal sense , like it was entirely too old for a human to consume. So what did I do? I nuked that shit and ate it! (I'm not picky) So far I'm not feeling "deathly ill" the food didn't look or smell funny , and I personally think that humans have consumed much worse than some week old chicken and rice. So really , how long can something sit in the fridge before it becomes inedible? Obviously me and Matt don't see eye to eye on the subject...