Last night, my husband and I decided that it might be nice to go out for dinner. We drove to one of our favorite pizza places, went in, and stood at the register for about 10 minutes. The place wasn't completely full, but it was pretty busy. One employee walked by and muttered something about getting back to us soon, but soon never came. We left.
After that, the next best option was a Houlihan's restaurant not far away. Nuh uh. It, too, was packed and we could see people waiting in the foyer.
By this time I was getting low blood sugar-y and cranky. "Screw it! We're going to McDonalds!" I told my husband.
I could tell he didn't believe me, but I'd made up my mind. I knew it was close to home, cheap and wouldn't make me wait. I also knew that I would regret eating there, but I was prepared to deal with that.
Thus, for the first time in as long as I can remember, I had a Big Mac, fries and a Coke for dinner. And you know what? It was pretty tasty. As I predicted, the Coke made my abdomen look as though I'd swallowed a watermelon, but that subsided quickly enough. Damned high fructose corn syrup.
Speaking of eating things I shouldn't, I just got a new comment on my 2004 post Average Jane Loves Easter Candy. I must say, I still stand by everything I said then. In fact, I'm about due for a Cadbury Cream Egg.