You asked for it.

And when I say you, I'm really citing one person. For the viewing pleasure of the world at large as the internet now affords me that chance, or six people who fain interest in my life (whichever comes first), I'm including some choice pictures from some recent escapades. But I must take a break from that to include a fantastic part of my day. The first being paid to do Greek homework, the second, more important: grade school lunches.

As an occupational hazard/perk, dependent on how you remember your own gastrointestinal forays into dining during those years, I get more then my fair share to indulge in that wonderful world of dining. Something that gives me great comfort like nothing else is a meal slammed down in front of me. No complaints. Actually, no time for complaints before you're shoved down the line and hopefully you've grabbed milk and a fork and maybe a napkin if you're lucky. Then settle down before the lunch room gets too loud and they make you be quiet. Lunch 202- if your milk carton was pointing at anyone else but you, that meant you were going to marry them, at least those were the hard and fast rules at West (is the best). This lead to juvenile hilarity.

As I revisit all those sensations sitting in the lunchroom today, nearly 25, I find the clearly delineated food sections on my tray sitting like a nicely ordered country. Not one pea invaded all meal, they kept nicely to themselves. Sometimes its just nice to have a decision taken out of your hands once in awhile. Like lunch. And those burgers are so tasty.

Finally, I'm visiting my brother, Tim this weekend, and Tara D, although I don't know her yet, so these pictures will have to do for the weekend.