First George, now Wendy! All the major players are enticing me to each delicious sandwiches.
Fortunately, both experiences have been appropriately enjoyable. Wendy’s, not so much. But it’s effing Wendy’s, so…
Unfortunately, I didn’t cook tonight. Honestly, I was just going to be crap out and fix an omelette or something, but instead, I crapped out even MORE and went to the place where cardio goes to die.
I was planning on cooking because I’ve got some produce that I really should have used tonight — it’s juuuuust borderline iffy on the “how old is this?” scale — and unless I want to play bacterial russian-roulette I’ll have to throw it out. But instead, I worked late then went on an epic road-trip. Thank goodness I had my gigantic Wendy’s cup-o-fun with me. Biggiesized!
Anyway, I think my point was supposed to be about how I appreciate the food that’s in my fridge. More and more people these days don’t have that luxury. So when I think about having to throw it out, It makes me think of my mom telling me about how I should think more about the starving kids in China. Man, Debbie Downer. Poor kids.
p.s. go bayside
