During the intense four days of training, we grew to feel close to the other eight expectant faces we faced across that long white table, eating
our lunches out of paper bags while gamely participating in role plays and discussions.
Not exact matches
It was crazy to watch a couple hundred people all eating
out of Ziploc baggies using about 4 for each kids
lunch and throwing them away after - we must have filled an entire Drum Trash Can with Ziplocks and brown
paper bags!
They teach her how to make fancy ornaments
out of nothing but a brown
paper lunch bag, a few drops
of glue, and three and a half pinches
of glitter.
Cubed
lunch meat (to dry it
out a bit, microwave it 3 times for 30 seconds sandwiched between pieces
of paper towel) Shredded or string cheese Cream cheese, peanut butter, Easy cheese (a lick per behavior — also great for grooming practice and stuffing in Kong when your dog will be alone for awhile) Cereal such as cheerios Kibble (dry food)-- try placing some in a
paper bag with some bacon to «stinkify it» Kitty treats or food Freeze dried liver treats Beef Jerky Apple pieces Cooked green beans, carrots, or peas Hot dogs, Liverwurst Popcorn Imitation crab (try peeling layers apart and freezing them in a colander to dry them
out) Meat baby food Hard boiled egg white pieces Commercial dog treats (be sure to check ingredients to avoid preservatives, artificial colors and by - products)
Cooked bacon sandwiches for Sprogs» breakfast (to remove temptation from fridge for The Great Famine
of 2012); did grocery shopping; bought Husband six - pack
of beer for New Year's Eve party; bought chooks 25 kg
bag of scratch mix; staggered to car with 25 kg
bag of scratch mix; washed and hung
out two loads
of washing; filled recycling bin with empty bottles and cartons; baked eggshells to make grit for chooks; assembled wraps for Husband and Sprogs for
lunch; baked banana bread to use up manky banana supplies; baked biscuits with Sprog 2, who doesn't like banana bread; shut back door 50 times to stop plague
of mozzies getting in; shut front door 20 times to stop plague
of mozzies getting in; killed lots
of mozzies; threw
out old magazines and newspapers; put crap away from recent car trip; cleaned chook shit
out of chook house; sorted three baskets
of clean laundry; unpacked and repacked diswasher; returned to supermarket for forgotten essentials: toilet
paper, broccoli, sparklers and last shot
of caffeine before The Great Famine
of 2012; cooked dinner; washed Sprogs» hair and painted Sprog 2's toenails rainbow colours for New Year's Eve party; copped grief from Husband for painting Sprog 2's toenails (some sexualisation nonsense); went to New Year's Eve Party; reluctantly abandoned third glass
of French champagne after being reminded
of designated driver status; drove Husband and Sprogs home from New Year's Eve party; took Unisom; collapsed in bed at 11.50 pm.
You wake up and the kids» school uniforms aren't washed, there's no bread to make sandwiches for their
lunch, the sheets and towels from the trip have been tossed in the laundry along with an inexplicably enormous
bag of dirty underwear, you've run
out of toilet
paper and are reduced to scrounging for Kleenex, the front hall is piled halfway to the ceiling with suitcases plus six recycling
bags filled with detritus from the trip... and you have to walk the Sprogs to school because Husband has dropped the car in for a service.