Ugh. I hate sorting through paperwork and I managed to put it off for.....oh.....about 8 years. Finally tackling it. Kind of a monster project.

Dude...it's nature sending an ambiguous subliminal message to you; it either means:

1. You need to accommodate more wisdom.
2. You can't cram anymore wisdom into your head.
3. You should remove the docket spike from under your pillow.

BTW, enduring hernia surgery just to secure Vicodin is a tad obsessive...you can get a GP to prescribe 'em without going near a horsepiddle.

Besides, all you have to do is grasp the Dentist's private bits firmly in your hands and say "We aren't going to hurt each other...are we?".

hugs,

The Stoat.

That was the ONLY type of bread she would ever buy.

I will now buy cracked wheat bread, but I can't go near Roman Meal.

I know, I hate that crap

At least I got white bread when I was a kid.

All through grade school nearly every day, Bologna with mayo. Every single day. Stored with out refrigeration in a hot school locker.

It's a wonder I'm alive to tell you about it. And I avoid Bologna to this day.

On the bright side my taxes are done. My office looks like regurgitated Bologna, however.......

Are you sure they aren't the shizzle?

We had Wonder Bread. I hate Wonder Bread.

In elementary school I was able to pick 2 days a week to buy hot lunch. If I did extra chores, or was extra good I could pick a 3rd. I didn't get to pick what was in my lunch, and was usually leftovers in Tupperware, which sound good now, but at the time were a target for teasing (what 4th grader brings leftover steak). I hated sandwiches (mom only used Roman Meal bread unless she was on a WW kick, then I got whatever bread she was eating) and would bring them home uneaten.

In middle school Lunchables came out, and it was much easier on my mom to send me with those and a squeeze-it. Healthy, no. But she was a healthy cooker who was on a perpetual WW kick by then and rabbit food was very much a part of dinner.

High school was awesome. I got to buy lunch every day. I loved those crappy turkey sandwiches and school chocolate chip cookies. Heck, I still love the chocolate chip cookies they serve.

Looking back, I was very lucky. I always had a lunch and I had the best of both worlds.

Up until late in high school I always qualified for the subsized/free dining programs at the school.

So not only did I get free school lunch (and therefore that is what I ate) but breakfast as well (which taught me the joy of regular Rice Krispies with chocolate milk; chocolate Rice Krispies are a pale comparison).

Halfway through high school I was one of the few students with off campus privileges because I was taking courses at a nearby community college. That college also had a culinary program that operated the on-campus cafeteria which included a very nice bakery. I would buy a couple trayfuls of the bakery items and then sell them at a hefty profit in the cafeteria back at school. That funded me eating whatever the heck I pleased.

I need to get The Boy into the free lunch program. I now qualify. It sucks.