I love fast food. More than probably anything. It has something to do with my parents rewarding my awesomeness with McDonald’s as a child. When your mind equates happiness with McNuggets it’s kind of hard to care about what they’re made of.
So when I asked Mark what he wanted for dinner he thought he was doing me a favor by saying McDonald’s would be fine.
And normally it would be fine. It would be freaking amazing. Except that we had already been there twice this week. And each time I go there I get the same guy at the drive-thru, who now knows me. This was fine when the same thing happened with the Arby’s guy because “Who really goes to Arby’s?”, but the McDonald’s guy? Really? I mean, they serve billions. Among billions I should be able to stay anonymous.
Marie: No, I don’t want McDonald’s tonight.
Mark: Why? (looking over his shoulder to avoid being hit by a flying pig)
Marie: The McDonald’s guy knows me. I can’t go back there. At least for a few days.
Mark: Really? That was all it took to break the addiction?
And he’s right. We went to a different McDonald’s. Because I’m stronger than that.
In other news, the Rebecca that occasionally comments is “kind of a big deal”, and included me on a list of women bloggers that she liked. Awesome.
And she is awesome because she just started a blog for her company, Alice, which is of interest to you if you use toilet paper. For those of you that don’t use toilet paper I would just like to say, “Ew”.
Also, CreateFaith is starting workshops and computer lessons soon. Check it out here.