Dad's Lunch

Welcome to the second half of 2008. It's all downhill from here. All you hypermilers on the highway of life can turn your engine off and coast.

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Like Winnie the Pooh, I often find I have a "rumbly in my tumbly." This can be particularly embarrassing in social gatherings. Like a couple months back while my small group from church was trying to have some quiet time. My tummy wanted nothing to do with that, apparently. I think I had to leave the room.

And don't get me started about the times the effect has torpedoed any romantic notions I might have....

Hmm. Perhaps that was too much information.

Speaking of information, the folks at How Stuff Works have put together a pretty informative article on why your stomach growls and some things you can do to knock it down a bit.

The official word for that tummy growl is, by the way, "borborygmus" (bore-buh-rig-mess).

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SIGNS DAD PACKED YOUR LUNCH

Mom usually takes the cellophane *off* the cheese.

You asked for a PB & J. You got pastrami, beef jerky, and jalapenos.

Veggies and fruit? Potato chips and Orange soda, of course.

Nothing in the bag except a $20 bill and a note: "Don't tell Mom and you can keep the change."

You made $40 by selling all the extra food he packed that you didn't eat.

Two words: Cheez Whiz.

Mom's note: "Study hard! I love you!"
Dad's note: "Get a job!"

[selected from Chris White's Top Five on Food; family friendly edits by Mark Raymond]

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WORDS for YOUR WEEK: "The belly rules the mind." (Spanish Proverb)

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