Blog2ober
Day 5

Before I had a day job, I used to pack my wife’s lunch every day. (I probably should still do it once in a while…bad husband). A common thing I would razz my wife about was when she would be too busy to eat some or all of her lunch and it would come back home with her. One particular food item, a pear, came back day after day. I think it was probably two weeks. Finally the thing was so old it was no longer edible. So one day, my wife found this note in her lunch bag when she got to work. (And I recently discovered it, so you get to see it too)