I might just put in the kitchen sink

People, I'm turning into my father. I know you hear that most women turn a bit into their mothers as they grow, and I'm sure there's a bit of that in there as well, but as I peered into my lunchbox the other day I was struck with the realization that this particular habit is definitely from my dad.

Growing up my dad carried a large lunch box that contained about 10% lunch, 75% papers, 5% loose change, and 10% who knows what else. It was a like a filing cabinet/lunchbox hybrid. Some of that has clearly rubbed off on me because, well, here are the non-lunch contents of my very own lunchbox...



Let me detail for you what we're looking at:

glasses
pocket calendar
binder clip
receipt
dr's business card
list of books relating to work
dimensions I needed for a cabinet I was looking for
co-worker's phone number and security code for school
coupon for free bread
change from some petty cash I had
old airline ticket stubs
Schlotzsky's coupon
Quiznos' coupon
Tom Thumb customer service card
shopping receipt
green paint chip
receipt from recent library trip
old notice we sent home to parents

I'm going to be honest, I hadn't realized it had gotten so bad!