Dish To Pass

In high school, I spent many long spandexed Saturdays at volleyball tournaments.  While I loved playing volleyball, it was not the highlight of my day.  

The best part was the food.  An amazing potluck feast awaited us after each match.  There was one rule: our meals had to be "healthy."  Sometimes a rebel would bend the rules by bringing whipped cream fruit dip, or something.

At one tournament, my dad brought our "dish to pass."  He brought each player a king size candy bar.  Since he was such a rule-follower, each candy bar had carrots and broccoli Scotch taped to the package.  

Delish.

LQ

P.S. I love you

Two of my roommates have taken to note-writing instead of speaking.  It is very interesting.

"Don't use hot water in the washing machine.  It wastes money."

"Turn off your Christmas lights if you really want to save money."

"Don't use this towel to dry your hands."

"Fine...don't use MY towels to wash dishes."

"Fuck ya."

"I hate you." etc.

All while publicly maintaing a relatively affable demeanor. 

 

My third roommate left a note yesterday:

"If one more person in this house writes a note, I am going to start it on fire and let it burn on their bed."

Ahhh, college. 

LQ

UPDATE:  I just found this website!  It is too perfect : passiveagressivenotes.com