I just called in an order for "Spaghetti Works" -- spaghetti and meatballs covered in mozzarella. Can I get lunch approval for that?
Oh my gosh, yes! dag, now I want spaghetti and meatballs! But I'll have to settle for delicious, giant salad.
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I just called in an order for "Spaghetti Works" -- spaghetti and meatballs covered in mozzarella. Can I get lunch approval for that?
Oh my gosh, yes! dag, now I want spaghetti and meatballs! But I'll have to settle for delicious, giant salad.
Fuck it. I'm going to get lunch. And I don't care if it's bad for me.
Don't do it, brenda! Have a rice cake and a celery stick!
Don't do it, brenda! Have a rice cake and a celery stick!
I see you've seen the lunch I packed.
So I finally did get around to voting yesterday... and was reminded of why I regard it with some reluctance. My polling place was at a firehouse. There was a pretty much empty parking lot with a teeny sign at the driveway saying, "vote here." That and the "Prohibited Activities" sign were the only evidences of anything going on. There was an unmarked green side entrance, leading into the mostly empty firehouse. All the people were very pleasant, but gee, think you could have tried a little harder? The polling place here at school had loads of signs telling you where to go, what to do, everything.
I see you've seen the lunch I packed.
You may also have a thin broth and a glass of water.
As a special treat you can filter the water.
and was reminded of why I regard it with some reluctance.
You are such a whiner! You got to ogle fireman and you had parking. That's a double win at the polls.
Dude, my polling place is a middle school cafeteria (in blue and orange!) with models of the Wright planes hanging from the ceiling. They are festooned with dust and milk cartons probably older than I am.
And it smells like a middle school cafeteria.
My polling place was an apartment building community room with a ping-pong table.
Mine is the middle school auditorium where I used to counsel. Thankfully close to home and in an active area. It always feels so festive.
Last time around, there was a little kid who went to the school showing off different things to her mom. Cute!
I keep meaning to go to the new Applebee's by me, but have yet to actually go. And I don't think today's going to be the day, either. Maybe I'll have tuna salad for lunch. Hm.