A slice of cheese with my 1/4 pound of misery, please

I wish I could say I enjoyed every minute of lunch.  I wish I could say my golden French Fries were cooked to a perfect salty crispiness.  But, I didn't, and it wasn't.  However, I realize that I will not be missing much, if anything at all, by not eating another Micky D's burger again.

I remember them tasting so much better though.  I remember the warm cheesy goodness, the tasty hamburger patty, the perfect combination of condiments.  Not today.  I tasted the grainy processed meat disc they provided, the rehydrated onions.  No wonder it's been a year since I ordered the number 3.  I deserve the greasy aftertaste and beginning bubbles of heartburn.

But, tomorrow is a new day.

I have plans.  I have a menu.  I have support.  Now, just to figure out what I'm going to pack for camping this weekend. :)  Marshmallows are fat free, ya know.