My gal made my lunch for me today.
In doing that she also was proving a point that I need to bring my lunch bag home from work. Or, take it out of the car... or.. um...find it. The fact that I don't know where it is makes me less tempted to look for it-- fear of the old lunch stink.
So, she recycled a spinach container that we finished lastnight.
My lunch is bigger than the daily paper. .. and heavier than a duck (for those of you who play 20Q)