So, I come downstairs today with the full intension of making myself a lunch before work. Then I remember that I groggily heard my sister say she made me a sandwich and it’s in the fridge. Well, I open the fridge and pull out my new plaid lunch bag and inside is a sandwich, an energy bar, string cheese, a cute note (signed “Anonymous Lunchmaker”) and a dollar.
This is just one reason why my sister is better than yours.
(Teasing, but she is badass.)
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