On The Next Intervention...

The mister and I have the most disgusting habit.

Every Friday it hits, without fail.



Usually it's of the Big Mac variety of craving. But just last Friday found me shoving Chicken McNuggets in my face so frantically that the last one was still hot when I got to it and my fries even managed to be on the still extremely warm side when I got to them. Salty, fried goodness.

The above picture happened just today. And this is the mister moments before the interventionists burst through the door:



Actually, they never showed. He was just upset that I made him pause. It was after Noon afterall. I'd made him wait long enough for the crack with special sauce on a sesame seed bun.

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