I knew when I left the house I would come back about a month later and find my mother's fridge filled to the brim. The freezer was always the worst, especially when my brother lived with us. I couldn't get hardly anything in the freezer because there was no room. Which made it difficult to get Daisy fed (besides going out to eat) when she'd come over before we got married.
She even uses the freezer racks to stuff just mountains of junk she doesn't need.
The fridge also got laughably worse than what I remember. My mother now lives by herself and I always remember hearing her complain about not having "anything" to eat. She could feed half a soup kitchen's crowd with this fridge. Some might find this funny but I find it more than a little aggravating. My mother can't let unused space go to waste.