When Edward was younger, 4 years ago to be precise, I used to drive him over to Western Michigan University once a week for a math class for 7th graders wherein they would take all of Algebra I & II in a year. It was good because he learned the discipline of doing math that was more of a challenge. I would get him a McDonald's lunch that he could eat on the way over, and we made up a sort of game-like tradition in which we would think of phrases or sentences with as many short "a" sounds as possible and we would have to say them with a nasal tone. One of our favorites, and probably the original statement of the game, was "Did you pack a snack in my back pack for math class?" The above title brought that little memory back.
So today, I met an old friend over at Panerra Bread in the mall for lunch. We had soup as we did frequently when we worked at the actuarial firm. She is still there, so I can get caught up on news in the pension world. That takes about a minute, then we can get on to more fascinating topics, like how she really likes those pants that only go just above the butt crack. After lunch, I recommenced my quest for the perfect pair of tan pants, and the great shopping ray of sunshine must have been shining down on me because I found a pair that fit me like the "Ultimate Container" that my sister Marianna holds in such high regard. And, I mean AND, they were 80% off. I can't wait to tell Edward about my brand new sandy tan pants.