I think I’ve finally figured out how much I need to eat in a workday. Today I ate everything I brought in my lil’ lunch sack. You might not think that’s anything worth blogging about, but that’s cause you don’t know my history with this. I’m notorious (among the tiny circle that is me and my husband) for either waaay under-packing (to the point that I’m starving 20 minutes after eating and have to go buy a snack, thus negating the entire point of brown-bagging it), or significantly over-packing, then forgetting my lunch bag in the fridge (cause it still has perishables in it, duh) when I leave for home in a fog of glee. Then the next day I’m forced to use an evil plastic bag to tote my lunch stuffs to the office, thus negating the purpose of my cute lil’ nylon box/bag. (OK, so it’s not actually cute. It’s grey and rectangular and entirely unremarkable. I bought it for my husband but he never uses it cause he rides a motorcycle–and who needs extra things to carry when they’re on a motorcycle?) But today I struck the perfect balance, and I couldn’t be happier. Well, maybe I could have–until about 30 minutes ago when I found out that my father-in-law is making us dinner tonight. But now I’ve reached the pinnacle of food happiness. Happy Monday!
P.S. I’m sorry I don’t seem to blog about crafty or arty things much–read:ever–lately. But stay tuned, even if you find my lunch life boring! Soon to come: my solution to the promo dilemma, photos of vintage deliciousness, and probably something else mundane about my life.
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