The Lunch Box

Drive time between Anthony's and my house is approximately 35 minutes. We have a mutual arrangement where we take turns staying the night at the other's place, maybe not back and forth, but an equal balance to where not one person is fully responsible for using all of his/her gas and not one person has to wake up extra early all the time to make it to work.
He and I are both physically fit, and only eat certain foods, Paleo to be specific. With that being said, we bring our lunches to work to ensure Paleo specifications. Anthony has this very large lunch kit and his gym bag that go with him just about everywhere. He packed and brought his lunch to my house one of the first nights that he stayed over. Being the romantic that I am, while he was in the shower, I seized the opportunity to share some of my feelings in writing and secretly placed the note in his lunch kit for him to find the following day...I suppose that's what began what I like to call the "Lunch Box Love Notes."
I didn't have a lunch box. I had this sturdy, bright green, plastic bag from DSW (yeah, a shoe warehouse) that I had been using for possibly a year (making it not so sturdy for much longer). You see, I'm a Dallas Cowboy fan, and he is an Indianapolis Colts fan (I'm from TX and he is from IN). He'd been joking with me about buying me a Colts lunch box, knowing that I would never carry it.  My handy and well recognized bag was about to see its last day in the office. Soon, it was my turn to stay at his place. He has to leave a few minutes earlier in the mornings than I do in order to train his early Crossfit class and then get to work. He came to kiss me goodbye as I was getting dressed, and he said "Your keys are on the counter next to your coffee and don't forget your lunch (which he'd packed for me before retreating to bed the night before)." When I was ready to walk out the door, I made my way downstairs to grab my things. There on the counter just like he said, were my keys, coffee, and my lunch. Only, my lunch wasn't in my low standard bag. He'd replaced ol' faithful with a spiffy, insulated, Igloo lunch box. Come the 11 o'clock hour, I would find my first lunch box love note. Not to worry, no sign of Colt's propaganda ;)