Boxes will now go from having cute, color coordinated labels to being labeled "Food" or "Not Food".
Later: Mom and Jeremy are here, and we went to P-town and had lunch with Hubby. Mom asked me to drive, since I'm familiar with the area. We were parked in a parking garage, and as we were leaving, I backed into some lady's Volvo, going about 1 mph. Oops. Dumb. Stupid. She was fine, we were all fine. Hopefully Mom's insurance will think it's fine, too.
At any rate, after that happened, my thoughts were, "All right, that's it. The day is over and I'm going to bed." And can you blame me? Oh no. You cannot.