Originally Posted by suevv
There is a running joke in our family about me and restaurant leftovers. I get them packed to go. Then we make a joke that I'll probably forget them. And then I forget them. Sometimes not 10 minutes later, with them sitting on the table in a bag! It happens all the time.
It's SO depressing when you think you have a midnight snack and realize it's still at the restaurant...

Originally Posted by suevv
It's like nuns whacking children for writing left-handed.
This made me LOL. Nice analogy, suevv. smile