Last weekend, my roommate Mandy made dinner for her fiance. That may seem to be no little task, but this is the same girl that just a year ago couldn't boil spaghetti. In her excitement, and knowing that I have a tendency to subside on graham crackers and peanut butter at work, she decided to bring me some.
Her plan was complicated, however, when she learned I would be out with friends for a movie that night before I had to go in to work at 11pm. So she decided to pack me a dinner. We rendezvous-ed at Jamba Juice where she delivered this package...
In case you couldn't read the writing, here's a better view...
Fortunately, she didn't make liver. It was a Mexican dish. Unfortunately, the ice chest was almost identical to the ones used by Tulsa Life Flight! Thank heavens they don't surround theirs with packing tape!
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