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Dear Blogoverse,

I am sad to report that I am climbing into bed a hangry mess. Brendon asked if I could stop at McDonald's on my way home from work because he wanted a sausage egg and cheese McGriddle with 'dual hash browns'. The loving, caring wife that I am I replied, "sure, make me do your dirty work." Secretly, I was ecstatic that he asked because now I would feel no guilt; it was his idea! 

Counting down the minutes until midnight felt like a chore and as each second ticked by slower than the last, my hangriness was starting to rear it's ugly head. Alas! Midnight people are filtering in! As calm as I could I gathered my belongings and cleared off my desk; it took everything in me not to sprint to my car. *Okay, who am I kidding; not even midnight breakfast at McDonald's would have me sprinting.

Blog! I've finally made it to the car and I'm just minutes away from biscuit-y, bacon-y, hash brown-y goodness! Pulling into the parking lot put my hanger at ease. Only for a moment because, duh, there's an eight car line. 'Luckily' they have the two order speaker set-up (does anyone actually understand the logistics of this? I am still trying to make sense of it..). First speaker: occupado. Second speaker: occupado. Oh! But wait! The truck is leaving. Wait, leaving? Not pulling up into line?

(Now it’s 1:32am and our internet has malfunctioned. Guh! My sorrows need to reach the interweb! But you can believe that I’m not trekking downstairs to restart the modem!)

October 8, 2015: Hanger level rising.

Here is where my hunt for greasy goodness comes to a halt. Waiting at the speaker. Not 1 minute, not 4 minutes, but a solid 8 minutes go by and still Happy McFrenchfry hasn’t welcomed me to McDonald’s with a kitschy phrase. What the hell?! THIS IS WHY THE TRUCK PULLED OFF, YOU FOOL! But, after 8 minutes my hanger was defeated. Not by getting yummy calories, but by getting denied yummy calories. We’ll stick to the story that I waited 8 whole minutes to get waited on because Brendon asked for this and I was not going to return home empty handed; not the story that says I’m a major chubster.

So, now it’s off to starving (okay, I use the term lightly) dreamland. A place where we can have McMuffins at almost 2am and we can actually post about it via the internet. Oh, dreamland.



Good morning, it's now 9:00am!
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