Do you want fries with that?
I left for work last night sans a carbonated beverage, not because they are unhealthy and that I should stop drinking them, but because we had managed to down the last few remaining "Sam's Choice" colas on our trip to Oklahoma. So, my wife casually suggested that I stop on the way for a drink.
This suggestion becamed engrained on my brain, but the two open convenience stores on my way to work were, per usual, littered with loiterers who's intentions appeared to be bad.
So, I went to "Wendy's" , which is further down the road, and in a much better part of town. I intended only to get a soda, but while waiting in the drive-thru line, I started craving the dang freedom fries.
By the time I got to the Order-O-Matic, I had also garnered a hankering for some French (chicken) nuggets. So, I ordered both, along with the Diet Coke, and made my way to work. This in itself wouldn't have been all that bad, but I already had an overnight meal prepared. At least I didn't pull my old trick of "Three 1/4 Double Stacks w/cheese..." Baby steps, as NerdGirl has warned me.
School starts Thursday, and that renews my least favorite part of my job. Walking the kids to and from school. The school is less than half-a-mile from the housing unit, and there are busses available, so I personally don't see why we couldn't transport the loveable little fuzzballs that way. But NOOO, company policy is that they walk, and never has such a short distance felt so LOOOONG. If you think walking 12 adolecent boys in a straight line, who have a smorgasboard of conditions, including ADHD, sounds easy, then you'd be sorely mistaken.
But hey, that's why I make the big bucks. (chuckle.)