Fast Food Hopping: It's ALWAYS a Good Idea

There is no such thing as a short trip to Meijer.

Day four. Peace amongst the villagers.

Thankfully, today was nowhere as eventful as yesterday. I got to play Taxi, since Annie's car is a little... not working. But I got a stellar parking spot because so early to campus, so I guess everybody wins.

Today was not exciting. Karma decided she was going to go for the world's longest time spent "going outside." Now I'm  not one to stand and watch a dog do its business. I look away, wait a moment or two, then glance over to see if the deed is done. This dog is ridiculous. I have no idea where she is putting all of this water, well, except for on the lawn, of course. Not kidding, was on the lawn over a minute, just doing her thing. And twenty minutes later, she did it AGAIN. Iron bladder? Maybe, maybe not. I'm thinking more "hollow legs to hold all this darn water."

Onto less awkward conversation.

Our hallway smoke detector decided the battery was no longer useful, so it started chirping at us to let us know. Now, the basement detector has been chirping for days- nobody is going in that horror-flick-waiting-to-happen to replace a battery. It can chirp away all it wants. But the hallway is not communal territory. It is our territory, it is right between our bedrooms,and it is loud. So we set off to Meijer, list in mind, prepared for a SHORT TRIP to Meijer. SHORT. Minute to Win it short. Batteries, ream of paper (because I bought printer ink and adjusted the settings and cables and updated drivers but forgot paper- I rock.), band-aids for Annie's foot, nail clipper, done. If only it were that easy. Annie + Clearance = Good-Bye Record Meijer Time. I can't complain, I enjoyed it, and had it not all been left-behind summer lawn accessories and school supplies, I would have been just as bad, if not worse. Darn gnomes, taking all Annie's attention away from the task at hand.

So we finally made it out of Meijer, and I decided I wanted fast food, since apparently a bagel with peanut butter is not enough to sustain a day in the life of a college kid. I didn't just want fast food- I wanted ALL the fast food. This is where I introduced Annie to fast-food hopping.

Fast-Food Hopping: verb. The act of visiting several fast food restaurants in succession, selecting one delicious, bad-for-your-health-and-your-wallet item from each, and returning home to feast on the greasy, awful choices you just made.

Tonight was McDonald's, Taco Bell, and a consideration of Burger King that was dismissed due to the fact that we are ladies, for one, and also- we are poor.

Again, today was a day of peace. It was lovely. I hope your day was as luxuriously boring as mine.