The foggy glow of a giant yellow M
There is a heavy fog out there this morning and pardon me but do you appreciate how long I've waited to use the following simile? I live on the prairies and fog is like a relative who lives in another country and only shows up now and then to remind us who they are. So here I go; it's a thick as pea soup out there.
I needed a coffee and since I've sworn off Tim's line-ups, my next best choice was a local McDonalds. I like their coffee these days too.
This is where my story takes a turn.
I wasn't hungry at all, but I figured I should at least get something in me. Nothing looked interesting, so I just asked for this Bacon McGriddle thing.
Two buttery, maple syrupy small pancakes with processed cheese and crispy bacon and egg between the two of them.
Let me repeat myself. Wow.
I think I've had one before, but really, this is a heartache waiting to happen.
The heartache will be not being able to eat one of these every day, and not a coronary as you may have guessed.
So I'm at work starting the day.
And it's a good thing because I have a ton of things to get done today.
Hope your day goes well too.
Maybe if things trail off you should sneak off to McD's and ask for the McGriddle.
Tell them the pastor says it's good for your soul, just probably not your heart.