Bitchin' lunchboxes.

I got a few for A the H and me when the back-to-school sales started in September. One has to have a few around, and they only last a few years before the vinyl edges start to rip or milk spills into the folds and smells nasty.

But next time I have a steady dayjob, I'll get a set of this stuff. I might even poke around here, though 30 minutes for making lunch is out of the question. As are mango bunnies and hard-boiled eggs shaped like flowers. Just—no.

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Why is it that each decade has one particularly fashionable type of vin ordinaire?

In the 1970s, it was burgundy (and liebfraumilch, as a white wine). In the early 80s, it seemed to be sangria. In the late 80s, everyone was drinking zinfandel—and then white zinfandel. In the 90s it seemed people went back to chianti as a red table wine. Now it's merlot and shiraz, or pinot grigio in the white realm.

All along, my father has stuck largely to his cabernet. Commendable.

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