When we were kids, the medicine cabinet at the beach house was always filled with really old medications. Grampa and my Uncle were both doctors and we always had some old looking bottles with old labels in there. Anyone remember the red spray stuff that was some sort of bactine type thing? Ooo, I hated that stuff! It always stung and you had to blow on it to make it feel better. Needless to say, the bottle was clearly NOT new. What was the pink stuff that you put on poison ivy? Caladryl? I think they make that in a clear gel now... but we had the super old pink liquid version! Needless to say this is one of the things I learned from my parents, "eh, it's still good." When M moved in with me, I was convinced to change my way of thinking. So I always smile when we have expired medication and M throws it out. It reminds me of my parents and the old medicines they kept for ever. It reminds me of the 500 count aspirins that my father used to buy - he always had aspirin. I now laugh that M and I always buy the little bottles because they would expire before we would use them all anyway. It makes me smile that something as little as throwing out expired acetaminophen brings back so many memories.
P.S. KEW - if you are reading this, it's for you. Since you are one of the few people that I think actually read our blog, I want to keep it updated and interesting for you :-)