I wish my lunch would bring me balloons and show me its belly button more often. It would make eating at my desk every day a little less boring.
I wish every year was the year of the precious little dragon and box of meatballs. How could you have a bad year with meatballs?
Most meals I make end up looking like the right hand portion of this bento; a mush of different types of food. I figure, it all ends up in the same place, who cares how it looks? Obviously someone cares. I'm so ashamed.
What? No, I don't have an iPad, I just have a fuzzy, delicious lunch. Nothing to see here, muggers. Move along.
Every meal is an opportunity to scare your loved ones just a little.
It's that time of year! What is your going to be dressed as? This lunch is going as friendly disembodied skulls at night. Not super scary but A for effort!
What Pac Man here doesn't realize is that he and the ghosts are really made of the same stuff. Let's all try to get along, shall we?