Like this:

Today is like any other day:

1. I drop off the kid-o at day care.
2. I carpool to work with Nancy.
3. I get to my cubicle.
4. I switch my sunglasses to my regular glasses.
5. I turn on my computer.
6. Take a stroll to our pantry for my daily intake of Flavia (aka the worst free coffee known to man).
7. Then I take my sweet ass time getting back to my desk.

That there is my 9am-9:20am routine. Well, (this dumb dumb) I forgot to bring my regular glasses with me to work and left them in my car. Something I really need or I’ll look like a retard trying to read my monitor an inch away. So, I asked one of my co-workers to drive me back to Nancy’s place. Thanks for the ride, (co-worker’s name opted).

Anyways, here’s our lunch:

Nancy's Fancy orange chicken with brown rice and string beans

Chips & hummus

Nancy's fancy ZERO calorie drink.

And below is my lunch. Yes, I understand it’s not very exciting, but…ok, I won’t make any excuses. It’s pretty fuckin pathetic, but it’ll have to do. It’ll just have to do. I do have to say that I’m a little jealous of Nancy’s food. Look at that beauty. I wonder where she found the time to make this delicious meal. Well, here it is people. TRADER JOE’S!!! That’s it. That’s the secret.

Cecy's pastagna - leftover from 2 nights ago and a re-do of yesterdays lunch. UGH!

Food for thought:

There are 3 types of burps:

1. Base – Cecy has it
2. Heat – Nancy owns it
3. Liquid/moist – yet to name an owner (Are you that person? If you are, let us know. We’ll put you through some serious tests before we can make you official).

What’s in your hump day lunchbox?