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does this mean *i* am the lunch lady?

I was cooking lunch (white bean dip, crostini, pepper crackers, penne with red pepper pesto) and whipped out one of the compartmentalized plates that I bought from Target a few weeks ago and it struck me that I was happy… and not because of the yummy food or having the windows open to air my apartment out or the sound of the “L” wafting inside every ten minutes or so… it was the plate. Because I HATE it when my food touches. So thank you, Target, for making me happy today, even if I do feel somewhat like a kid eating in the school cafeteria.
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