A few minutes ago, I was putting away groceries, re-arranging things in the fridge. I moved the bottle of lemon juice, and noticed that there was a big sticker on its label saying "TESS".
Quick panic -- how had my wife found out my name, let alone my dressing, and why would she put it *there* ??
A few seconds later I recalled a certain potluck CD'ing BBQ I'd attended a month ago and had taken my own supplies for, carefully labelled to be sure I'd get them back. Obviously I'd missed de-stickering that one.
Somehow, my wife didn't happen to notice the sticker in the course of a month!
Lucky this time!