By God's Good Grace

Okay, so the other night I took the kids to Mickey D's for dinner. Just as a treat. Julie was out of town at Winter camp. So I was going to get them each their own Happy Meal. Now I was dreading it because I did not want to sit in there and I knew that if I did, my slow poke eaters (Landon and Ava) would not be able to defend their fries from me.

So the whole drive over, I am panicking about how I am going to avoid the temptation. With every turn of the wheels I can sense the craving for those delicious fries growing inside of me. Sweat beading down my face, hands getting clammy, heart beat racing.

"Should I even be taking them? This is not healthy for them either." I thought. "Blasted! The dang toys, Star Wars and iCarly. Dang geniuses!"

Well I already told them I would, and clogging their arteries is less important than breaking my word at this point. Besides, Landon and Emma just asked if they could get Apples instead of fries. Darn little darlings...

Ah HA! Solution, I have my gym bag, I can go throught the Drive-Thru and then go to the YMCA and they can eat at the KidZone. Perfect!

But, that smell, oh that smell that emanates from the inner bowels of the grease peddling beast, oh how I love it. And how will I avoid that? As soon as I roll down the window to order, it will fill my truck...what to do?

So we pull up and it was as if God sent his divine angels ahead of me and did a glorious thing. As soon as I roll down my window I take a deep breath with my nose, filling my chest with air and puffing out like Superman. A contented smile on my face as I indulge in the glorious --- wait, there is something dreadfully wrong here. What in the --- THAT is NOT the smell of Fries. THAT is the SMELL OF ROTTEN GARBAGE. Gag.

It just so turns out that just prior to our arrival the trash man came and the crew was cleaning out the dumpsters. So all craving shrank in me. Shriveled away like a fast food pickle in the hot burning sun.

So happily I ordered, and quickly as I wanted to get that window shut immediately. Funny enough, none of the kids caught the smell, just me. Hmm....

Just as well, I was so upset by the shock to my senses that even the happy meals in the Truck were not a temptation. Because you know I would normally HAVE to taste a few fries, just to make sure they are good. But not this time.

So off to the Y and off to sweat it off. Good times.