Panic in the pantry

A few months ago, I checked our cupboards and we were down to two jars of pasta sauce (my go-to meal when I don't feel like cooking) and (gasp!) no pasta. How could an Italian run out of pasta? No, I'm not Italian, but I happen to be married to one.

Here's how an Italian runs out of pasta: when I ask Mr. Fix-it to choose a pasta for dinner, but he doesn't tell me he opened the last box, that's how. Plus it hasn't been on sale for a while. You know I can't pay full price for pasta (for anything really).

But now the pasta crisis is over. Sales + coupons = awesome savings. I'm not such a good couponer that I got all this for free, but anytime I can get pasta for 50 cents (or less) a pound, I'm happy.
That's the shaped pasta. That shelf is now full. The spaghetti-type pasta is stored in a different cupboard:
I think we're set for a while, especially since I bought a few more boxes since I took those photos. Now I'm panicking about where I can store all of this, especially since I've also stocked up on pasta sauce.