A fellow coworker gave me a nice card with a one of those large Hershey candy bars (which I shared with my student teacher). It was a nice gesture and greatly appreciated (chocolate is always a good way into my good graces).
During tutoring, the teacher who runs our school store handed us several slices of unsold pepperoni pizza. As I have indicated before, seeing people hand out food, even if I'm not hungry, makes me salivate. It was delicious pizza.
On the way home, while I was screwing up the rather simple process of pumping gas, my copilot picked up a pop for me and a can of Pringles to share. I love Pringles more than they deserve so I rarely buy them myself (I can't stop once I "pop.").
After dropping my copilot off at home (and already running late), I found myself stopped where northbound 127 merges into westbound 94. I was quite mad as I knew this delay would make it so I couldn't have dinner before taking my boys to CCD (thus delaying my dinner for another couple of hours). I was at the end of my rosary and decided to voice my complaint as a part of my closing prayer. ... I could almost hear His voice answer back, "I got you a candy bar, slice of pizza, half a can of Pringles, and a Mountain Dew; you'll be fine."
It wasn't the healthiest of dinners, but I can't argue with the fact that God provided for me. It's the little miracles ...