The tray of drinks toppled on the waiters shoulder. It was inevitable. They were going to come down on someone, and this is the way Christmas Even would end . . . the choice was down to the woman with the up-do, or the man with the tux. The waiter decided on the woman with the up-do. She looked too much like Sarah Palin to be spared. Splash, crash, “aaah! my up-do!”
A lunch tray. It’s so simple, so plain, a rounded rectangle. But its how I met Dan. We sat together, at a table, and he took my tray. Not so simple now, is it?
you see i have this tray, and my hearts on it, my soul, my dreams, my fears they are all on their. This tray, it’s pretty, its silver and shiny it makes me feel better about taking everything inside of me and putting it on this tray. This tray you see is for you. For christmas because i dont know what else you want so i gave you me.
The word tray reminds me of Christmas goodies, cookies, candies. I wish I had a tray of them right now because I love the goodies of Christmas. My tray would have a snowman on the bottom with snowflakes.
i put my things on the tray. the cup, it’s saucer, some sugar, the small pot of cream, a slice of tiramisu. all very well organized on the tray, i might add. it’s a rather small tray, but i managed to fit everything on it.
She glanced down at the tray. She sighed. It had been so long since she’d been able to hang around with people her own age, and she longed to go out and laugh in the sun with other teenagers. She wanted to fall in love, become a whole person, make new friends, and do everything that a normal teenager would do.
The waitress brought the tray laden with desserts. My favorite rice pudding wasn’t there. Someone accidently hit the tray and the sweets fell to the floor.
She set the small tray upon the floor beside him. On it was a bowl of burnt rice, gee & incense. His smile beamed. She’d no idea why the ritual gave him such contentment & supposed she never would. Outside their window, the world streamed by. Here tho, time lingered. Reminding her of the lost twenty & forty somethings that hovered around him after evening meditation. Each craving his one gift. Attention.
Mr. Bear picked up the tray, carrying it shakily in his paws. He had to give to the master without dropping a single teardrop, but it seemed impossaible. The tea was full to the brim, ready to leap out and spill all over the floor. He gripped the tray even tighter, took a deep breath, and slowoly began to shuffle into the dining room. As he booty-bumped the door open, he could the master sitting at the head next to duchess Elexia.
it’s so useful – i love the ikea ones because they are a fraction of the usual price and they come in terrific colours, shapes and sizes. My mother used to keep a collection of trays for sandwiches
used for food. can be made ofplastic or metal. basically used to hold anything on. ok, wtf, seriously? i have to come up with more on a four letter word, one which i rarely use in the first place? yeahright
I want it to be empty. But everyday when it isn’t a burger it’s cereal and when it isn’t cereal t’s a fruit and when it isn’t a fruit it’s milk and when it isn’t milk it’s coffee. I wish I could be like you, grab a little box for us both and spoon feed you most of the contents. I’m not entirely sure why I even are walk up to the table and load myself up with anything. It’s like, I always end up looking stupid, one way or another I always do. Feel like not even leaving the room in the morning, keeping my shades drawn and my doors shut. Like, I’m afraid. So many people encourage me to choose the apple over the cereal but I want to impress the cereal people and I reject the apple, then when I sit down I feel bad for not taking the apple and choosing the cereal because I’m so out of place and cereal just isn’t me. I wish I could be like you and straight up say: I hate cereal. But I can’t ever say that because I’m not positive that I hate cereal, I just haven’t had enough of it and I don’t quite know if I like it or not. Just like I haven’t had very many apples and I can’t really tell if I truly prefer them over cereal or not. I doubt I’ll ever have the courage to carry and empty tray and sit, I feel the chairs will be empty if I do. If I don’t carry anything similar to anyone else then what will we have in common? At least I can pretend to like apples or cereal, can I pretend to have no preference or no appetite? I doubt anyone will buy that.
Ive just taken the hot roasting tray out of the oven. Thats the ham done, been cooking for just over 4 hours, covered in honey and nicely browned. Off to the movies now to see st trinians then back to stick the Turkey in! Merry Christmas everyone.
I take the tray in each morning and hope that she’s still breathing. we’re getting older now and the fears of youth are real. One day we will be gone but one of us has to go first.
its grey square and plastic. it has a lip round the edge and is useful for carrying food as well as other goods. dont drop it, your dinner ends up on the floor. And no one likes eating off the floor!
-What’s in your tray?
– Nothing for you.
-If it’s not for me, whoes?
-It’s mine baby… I just wanted to eat something sweet.
-But I would like too!!
-Then… go to the shop, honey!
my nana has always had this silver tray. i have loved it so much from since i was very very little. i think she is going to give it to me for christmas this year. I cant wait!
I never got to go traying this year. It’s a shame, really. Had the tray in my closet and everything. Fresh snow on the ground, too. The hill was calling to me, but so were finals. Did I make the better decision?
im thinking of a tray with ice cubes and the cubes start melting because someone went out to eat and forgot to put the lonely water cubes into the freezer. poor ice cubes , so neglected, and so close to being what they want to be. little do they know that they’re goal is closer to being accomplished as the owener finishes the last bite of that sandwitch.
once upon a time there were six dinosaurs who all wanted to go to a tupperware party. there were no parties about tupperware around, though, because plastic had not been invented yet. but they did have stoneware, because although humans were not yet alive it was sorta the stone age. so they use their stone trays instead.
i ran outside, my tiny plastic shield protecting me from the onslaught of the coming weather. I knew this would be the day to remember as the day I didn’t get wet.
The tray of drinks toppled on the waiters shoulder. It was inevitable. They were going to come down on someone, and this is the way Christmas Even would end . . . the choice was down to the woman with the up-do, or the man with the tux. The waiter decided on the woman with the up-do. She looked too much like Sarah Palin to be spared. Splash, crash, “aaah! my up-do!”
“I GIVE HER A NICER TRAY OF PRECISELY MADE HORS D’OEUVRE”
is an anagram of
“HEY GIRL I’VE MADE ANOTHER OF OUR VERY SAD RICE RECIPES”
a tray in the space and time is a mark left by all living. Means that you were there and have left. Only by leaving a the tray is closed.
in bed with my breakfast, yummy, calm, Saturday morning.
A lunch tray. It’s so simple, so plain, a rounded rectangle. But its how I met Dan. We sat together, at a table, and he took my tray. Not so simple now, is it?
you see i have this tray, and my hearts on it, my soul, my dreams, my fears they are all on their. This tray, it’s pretty, its silver and shiny it makes me feel better about taking everything inside of me and putting it on this tray. This tray you see is for you. For christmas because i dont know what else you want so i gave you me.
The word tray reminds me of Christmas goodies, cookies, candies. I wish I had a tray of them right now because I love the goodies of Christmas. My tray would have a snowman on the bottom with snowflakes.
i put my things on the tray. the cup, it’s saucer, some sugar, the small pot of cream, a slice of tiramisu. all very well organized on the tray, i might add. it’s a rather small tray, but i managed to fit everything on it.
She quietly picked at the food on her tray, trying hard not to think of him. Then, startling her, the chair beside her screeched. And there he was.
you’ve got what I need. But you say I’m just TV. But you say I’m just a TV.
She glanced down at the tray. She sighed. It had been so long since she’d been able to hang around with people her own age, and she longed to go out and laugh in the sun with other teenagers. She wanted to fall in love, become a whole person, make new friends, and do everything that a normal teenager would do.
tray
i did this yesterday
The waitress brought the tray laden with desserts. My favorite rice pudding wasn’t there. Someone accidently hit the tray and the sweets fell to the floor.
it’s used to put food on it in school cafeterias. It’s sometimes plastic or metal or foam. sometimes you see waiters
She set the small tray upon the floor beside him. On it was a bowl of burnt rice, gee & incense. His smile beamed. She’d no idea why the ritual gave him such contentment & supposed she never would. Outside their window, the world streamed by. Here tho, time lingered. Reminding her of the lost twenty & forty somethings that hovered around him after evening meditation. Each craving his one gift. Attention.
She
Mr. Bear picked up the tray, carrying it shakily in his paws. He had to give to the master without dropping a single teardrop, but it seemed impossaible. The tea was full to the brim, ready to leap out and spill all over the floor. He gripped the tray even tighter, took a deep breath, and slowoly began to shuffle into the dining room. As he booty-bumped the door open, he could the master sitting at the head next to duchess Elexia.
sliding down the hill at fantastic speed,I felt your arms grasping me tightly around my waist.
tray??
damn fuckin beautiful thing which helps to carry or shift things..:)
it’s so useful – i love the ikea ones because they are a fraction of the usual price and they come in terrific colours, shapes and sizes. My mother used to keep a collection of trays for sandwiches
used for food. can be made ofplastic or metal. basically used to hold anything on. ok, wtf, seriously? i have to come up with more on a four letter word, one which i rarely use in the first place? yeahright
I want it to be empty. But everyday when it isn’t a burger it’s cereal and when it isn’t cereal t’s a fruit and when it isn’t a fruit it’s milk and when it isn’t milk it’s coffee. I wish I could be like you, grab a little box for us both and spoon feed you most of the contents. I’m not entirely sure why I even are walk up to the table and load myself up with anything. It’s like, I always end up looking stupid, one way or another I always do. Feel like not even leaving the room in the morning, keeping my shades drawn and my doors shut. Like, I’m afraid. So many people encourage me to choose the apple over the cereal but I want to impress the cereal people and I reject the apple, then when I sit down I feel bad for not taking the apple and choosing the cereal because I’m so out of place and cereal just isn’t me. I wish I could be like you and straight up say: I hate cereal. But I can’t ever say that because I’m not positive that I hate cereal, I just haven’t had enough of it and I don’t quite know if I like it or not. Just like I haven’t had very many apples and I can’t really tell if I truly prefer them over cereal or not. I doubt I’ll ever have the courage to carry and empty tray and sit, I feel the chairs will be empty if I do. If I don’t carry anything similar to anyone else then what will we have in common? At least I can pretend to like apples or cereal, can I pretend to have no preference or no appetite? I doubt anyone will buy that.
Ive just taken the hot roasting tray out of the oven. Thats the ham done, been cooking for just over 4 hours, covered in honey and nicely browned. Off to the movies now to see st trinians then back to stick the Turkey in! Merry Christmas everyone.
oiohoho
hi
I serve food on a tray. Lunch: chicken salad sandwich with a side salad. Fresh and light. The tray is unnecessary but used nontheless.
Tray,
I once rode a tray down the side of Seattle Center’s fountain.
It hurt at the end,
Where the floor meets the slant with no generous curve,
Just an abrupt angle.
Just thinking about it makes my tailbone hurt.
It was still stupid amounts of fun,
I do not truly regret it,
Only that I should have jumped off earlier.
I take the tray in each morning and hope that she’s still breathing. we’re getting older now and the fears of youth are real. One day we will be gone but one of us has to go first.
food, metal, sitting things on it, lap,
Love
its grey square and plastic. it has a lip round the edge and is useful for carrying food as well as other goods. dont drop it, your dinner ends up on the floor. And no one likes eating off the floor!
breakfast in bed, cocaine, butlers, money
-What’s in your tray?
– Nothing for you.
-If it’s not for me, whoes?
-It’s mine baby… I just wanted to eat something sweet.
-But I would like too!!
-Then… go to the shop, honey!
my nana has always had this silver tray. i have loved it so much from since i was very very little. i think she is going to give it to me for christmas this year. I cant wait!
I never got to go traying this year. It’s a shame, really. Had the tray in my closet and everything. Fresh snow on the ground, too. The hill was calling to me, but so were finals. Did I make the better decision?
tray tray tyefvsejfbs
im thinking of a tray with ice cubes and the cubes start melting because someone went out to eat and forgot to put the lonely water cubes into the freezer. poor ice cubes , so neglected, and so close to being what they want to be. little do they know that they’re goal is closer to being accomplished as the owener finishes the last bite of that sandwitch.
once upon a time there were six dinosaurs who all wanted to go to a tupperware party. there were no parties about tupperware around, though, because plastic had not been invented yet. but they did have stoneware, because although humans were not yet alive it was sorta the stone age. so they use their stone trays instead.
i ran outside, my tiny plastic shield protecting me from the onslaught of the coming weather. I knew this would be the day to remember as the day I didn’t get wet.