You've been Brown-Bagged

Do you want to know something really strange? 

I love when men bring a brown-bag lunch to work. 
I think it’s the cutest thing. In the world.

I just feel like they are super vulnerable and lovable when carrying 
that buckled and crumpled brown bag…

So husband, be prepared.

I’m packing you a brown bag lunch until the day you retire.

Or die. But hopefully retire. (we hate you, Obama.)