Kanack Attack

Do you remember the good ol' days when you'd tote your lunch to work with a metal pail? Perhaps you even had a thermos for your drink? Do you remember when everything was in balck and white and we didn't have color to confuse everything? You know . . . back when lunch meant something.  It wasn't just a social event, it was something you would secure each and every afternoon through the blood, sweat, and tears of the entire morning.  Those precious moments during the middle of the day that had been earned through nothing short of  a maximum effort.  Do you remember those times?  Stephen? Tracy? Anyone?

Fine, if I take out the maximum effort part, does that jog your memory?  Justin?  Jeff?  Wade?  No?

Yeah - well - me neither!  Who needs a stinking lunch pail when you have Scargie?  This Thursday, May 24, they are getting us out of the lunch totin' mode.  I don't even thin kyou'll have to bring a thermos with you because they have that covered too.  We are going to have Kanack Attack catered in just for us.  Yummy rice, yummier chicken and pork, and seasoned vegetables.  (I omitted the yummy fromo the veggies on purpose.  I mean, who wants old vegetables?  Sheeesh.)  There should also be some sodee pop and dessert to compliment the deliciousness.

And of course, don't forget to enjoy your jean day.  Just make sure they don't have grass stains. (You know who you are!)

Happy Kanacky Everybody!