Ode to a brown paper bag

What is it about a sack lunch that is so good?

I'll admit it, I don't often pack a sack lunch despite the fact that I generally have enough time in the morning and the fact that I live half a block from work and could technically go home for lunch every day. But spreading mustard at 8 a.m. can be nauseating and did I mention it's freaking cold out here in Chicago? In any event, a sack lunch for me isn't met with a mediocre groan like those offered by a child who's so sick of PB&J that even the school cafeteria's lil' smokey links and bright orange macarroni and cheese served with an ice scream scooper starts to look good. I love a sack lunch with its homemade goodness and mid-day surprises. ("Fruit snacks? I forgot I packed those!) I love a sack lunch because it means I can eat lunch at my desk, which gives me permission to spend 30 guilt-free minutes cruising the Internet or reading a gossip rag or updating my blog. It means I don't have to wait in line, don't have to get out my wallet, don't have to pick a restaurant, don't have to ask for extra hot peppers, don't have to think. Sack lunches are the best!

And today was even better because I didn't even pack my sack lunch myself. Mr. Dub packed it for me and something about his loving touch (or an extra dash of mayonnaise) made my turkey and cheese sandwich taste like heaven.

Here's to you sack lunch! May you live long and prosper and always come with a juice box!