This afternoon, I'm going to my son's Head Start class to have lunch. I'm hardly ever able to visit him, because I work so much. I feel a little guilty about this fact. When my daughter was his age, I visited her Head Start class a couple of times a month. Of course, the economy was a lot better back then. (My Scrooge self just kicked in, if you couldn't tell.) However, it's baked spaghetti today, so I'm there.
Tonight, I'm having dinner with my family. Probably the leftover baked spaghetti from the Head Start class. My wife frequently visits him at school, and she usually brings home whatever the kids don't finish. It's free food, and all we have to do is zap it in the microwave. Yes, I have my whole day planned around eating.
Got some spare mutton? |
Saint Marty's cup runneth over with food today.
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