I had an incredibly stressed out day at work. I spent my day basically recreating the wheel on demand for an inspector. Big fun. On the inside I was running around, willy nilly, flapping my arms and screaming "koo-koo for cocoa puffs!" But on the outside I was cool and collected. It's the inside part that makes my temples hurt.
Thanks to all that rot, my mid-back was wound up tighter than a cheap watch and I was a bundle of stress when I got to the chiropractor's office. They had to pull out the big guns and treat me with the supertastic G-Force vibrating do-hickey. It is some kind of heavy duty apparatus that feels great, rattles my brain, and makes me not care that my hiney can be viewed by all who care to gawk while I am in a vulnerable position. (face down, ass up)
It rattles me right down to the bone marrow. And that is a good thing. I love it.
I didn't have lunch today because of the inspection ordeal, sooooooo...
After work today I discovered Whataburger. Oh my goodness. That's the best fast food burger I've ever had. Allow me to describe the glory: The bun tasted good and had a perfect texture - not too crumbley, not too soft, not too hard. Nay, it was, in fact, a perfect bun. The lettuce was crisp and fresh.. the yummy tomato... tasty onions... cheesy cheese, crispety bacon, oh yes my friends, there was bacon...for it was a bacon cheeseburger that won me. Even their ketchup is extra good. The meat was really good and cooked just right. No kangaroo meat at whataburger. Just grade A sacred cows. Those of you who are vegetarians should abandon your beliefs at once and find yourself a whataburger. Get a cause you can really sink your teeth into.
It's THAT good.
Gerg, I know you feel me on this. They have Whataburger in your neck of the woods.
I need to steer clear of that place. It's too good. That kind of yummy factor could wreak havoc on my fitness plan. ::sigh::
Hopefully the inspection will be over tomorrow. I've done well so far, but there's still room to crash and burn if she asks me for the wrong thing. Plan A is solidly in place. If she asks me for something that I cannot produce, I'll resort to plan B, which is to immediately barf on her shoes and excuse myself for the day.
Hmmm.... maybe I should go by Whataburger before work so I can be all loaded up and ready to spew.
Wow. That was gross.