I don't even want to admit dinner tonight, but with this blog's title it'd be horribly immoral of me not to. My two sons are having their joint birthday party tomorrow. We spent all day cooking, cleaning and decorating. We came down from scouring their rooms to a clock with a big hand on the six and a little hand on its way to seven. Needing to go to the grocery store, I had no quick fix to fall back on. So, the hubby suggested Sonic and I agreed: sonic burger (no onion, no cheese), order of tots and a sprite. It was good in a cheap-fast-food way, but it comes with a big helping of damning-my-family-to-early-deaths guilt. That's not so tasty. Oh well.
Friday, October 9, 2009
sonic
I don't even want to admit dinner tonight, but with this blog's title it'd be horribly immoral of me not to. My two sons are having their joint birthday party tomorrow. We spent all day cooking, cleaning and decorating. We came down from scouring their rooms to a clock with a big hand on the six and a little hand on its way to seven. Needing to go to the grocery store, I had no quick fix to fall back on. So, the hubby suggested Sonic and I agreed: sonic burger (no onion, no cheese), order of tots and a sprite. It was good in a cheap-fast-food way, but it comes with a big helping of damning-my-family-to-early-deaths guilt. That's not so tasty. Oh well.
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