Today I embark on yet another semester of school. Last Thursday I invited a friend and classmate over for lunch to make sure that we were actually ready to inflict such torture upon ourselves once again. Whats In Your Lunchbox?
Little Laura Ingalls (brunette with pink yarn bows) enjoying kindergarten lunch at Lincoln School.
Whats In Your Lunchbox
I met Karen last semester in my CAD (computer-aided drafting) class. We bonded due to the fact that we were:
- Two middle-aged women floating in a sea of fresh young faces. (Karen was still more stunning than most.)
- The majority of each Tuesday/Thursday class we spent with a glazed over “doh!” look upon our faces.
- We rarely, if ever, missed the Wednesday afternoon CAD tutoring and were generally the only people to take advantage of it. (I’ll take “idiot” for $100 Alex.)
Cheese, sour cream, olives, Tabasco and the contents of the bottom of the chip bag for garnish. (Yeah, nothin’ but the best for my good buddy. 🙂
I totally slaved over a hot stove.
This was dessert~strawberry mousse with chocolate shavings.
Yeah, I really sweated over that confection too. (To the right are cereal straws.)
Little Laura with her Little People Elementary School.
This was one part of my final project for CAD.
If you’re wondering, Karen and I both got an “A” in the class. Perseverance.