Monday, January 14, 2008
My brother and I helped my daughter move to Atlanta this weekend. He drove the loaded cargo van down while my daughter and I followed in her car. All was well, on the trip down but the trip back HOLY HAMBURGER BATMAN! My brother is a big guy himself, with a ROBUST appetite. At every stop for gas, he bought snacks. Honey buns, ice cream sandwiches, candy bars, freaking Yoo-Hoo. Who the hell still drinks Yoo-Hoo any more? Apparently my brother that’s who! A 45 year old man should not be drinking freaking Yoo-Hoo....COME ON! He also pulled into fast food restaurants getting large juicy hamburgers, fries, shakes and pies for dessert. I tried not to drool as the yummy scents of salty fries and greasy cheese burgers drifted over to my side of the van. I kept my eyes on the road and ate my yogurt oat bar trying to imagine it was a whopper while fantasying a stiff wind whipping into the van and ripping the food from by brothers hands. But hey, I made it! Didn’t cheat not once! Super size that McDonalds! Having it my way Burger King! HA!