I'm on my lunch break as I type this. I went to Publix this morning for my daily breakfast of a toasted blueberry bagel* when I spotted this taunting me from the middle aisle.
That's right people. That is a Lunchable. I know. I can't help myself, I love tiny little pieces of balogna and cheese stacked on crackers. I also enjoy the occassional fried SPAM sandwich. Nothing says "I once lived in a trailer" than a delicate taste for SPAM. Sometimes (when I'm home alone and no one is around to mock me) I fry the balogna, slather it with mayonaise and pretend it is SPAM. Don't give me that look, I have great memories of living in the trailer and eating SPAM is right up there with playing with getting mauled by baby geese in the creek out back.
The fact that I'm eating a Lunchable for lunch now that I am a ridiculous health food junkie is wrong in and of itself. But then I opened it to find it was missing the lunch meat. So not only did I not win a trip to the Ultimate Summer Camp, as adverstised on front of the box next to the tiny little Butterfinger that persuaded me to buy said Lunchable, but I basically paid $3 for crackers and cheese.
* I realize that my life would be easier if I owned a toaster and could toast my own dang bagels.
