'Cause I know where Golden's mind goes.

So, I'm sitting in French class, with Carrie, and its a "food day." People are bringing in food from their specific francophone country. Yes, that's francophone, a real annoying way to say 'country that speaks French.' Anyway, people brought food. One of them bringing sandwhiches, with meat, a food forbidden by the county to be brought by students from home for projects. (Technically, you're only supposed to be able to bring baked goods...but meat, it's really bad.) Well, I tell Carrie the horrors of meat at school and she refuses to touch her sandwhich now...well for that reason, and that I had also been telling her all the wrong ways he was handling the knife, and sandwhiches. But here's the funny thing. I'm the sanitation nazi, and I actually took a bite of the bread. But Carrie....nooooooooooooooooooo, she finally took a bite, but I had to stare at her for a while before she would. And so, today, another food day, and we have chocolate mousse. I could tell it had been itting out for a while, but I held my tounge. Carrie could tell that I didn't really want to eat much of the mousse, so she proceeded to explain the mousse making process to me. Yeah....this story was pretty pointless. I guess I just needed to vent my food nazi-ness.....................hah, don't even get me started on cross-contamination................