The One Hundred

As I was waiting in the drive-thru of our local McDonald’s, I spotted a sign that announced their 4^th of July special: Fifty (That’s right. Fifty. FIVE-OH — or, if it makes more sense to you this way — Fiddy.) Chicken McNuggets for only $9.99. I almost wept. Somewhere “God Bless America” was playing and I could envision in my mind a heaping bowl of said mcnuggets super-imposed over an image of the American flag flapping in the wind. It was almost worth a salute (and I *was* a little aroused so, I guess it got one).

I must admit, I like McNuggets as much as the next guy but this seems a bit much. That’s a lot of bad for you food in one sitting — and do we really need to tie it into the 4^th? I mean, what better way to celebrate our country’s birthday than shoveling down deep fried nuggets of deliciousness ALL. NIGHT. LONG. I imagine there will still be fireworks later that night — but I’m pretty damn sure you’re not going to want to see them.

Yeah, yeah, I know. TMI. Sorry.

Anyway, I’ll be sure to let you know the aftermath because guess what we’re doing next Wednesday?

Pray for me.

John Whatever