When I was in grade school, I was intensely skeptical of the cafeteria food, and that led me to have my mother make my lunch for me to take to school most days. (There were periodic days where I would eat in the cafeteria, but this post isn't about those.) Usually, it consisted of a sandwich, some carrots or other veggies, a fruit of some sort, and thermos of drink (oftentimes chocolate milk or - gasp- Tang).
There were some days, though, when my mom would decide to cross things up by putting something else in the thermos, like a soup of some sort. It was almost always problematic, seeing as how I was (and still am) miserably clumsy and unable to handle anything even the slightest bit unusual. I hated those days.
There was also one day in sixth grade where she put a can of frozen Minute Maid OJ in my lunchbox. I had no idea what to do with it, so during lunch recess I nervously tiptoed back into the classroom and tucked it just under the top layer in the trash can, not wanting to be found out. To my knowledge, my plot worked out satisfactory.
Talking about chocolate milk tonight brought all of this back to my memory.
About the only negative thing about Radio is that I can only use it on my computer. I'm moving some stuff home tomorrow, so I will likely not be posting again until Sunday. Have a good weekend, pretty readers.
4:00:33 AM 
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