Another exciting adventure in Hooterville

I got up this morning and finished trimming out the skylight. Actually, not quite. I can’t find my nail sets (yes, I have more than one). I’m sure one of the rotating sisters used them and put them away in the wrong place. That is the only possible way they could have disappeared. But I digress. I still need to set the nails, but other than that it is trimmed out. Oh, and it needs to be primed and painted, but that is after the nails are set. Then it is done.

After working on the skylight, I got myself all gussied up and drove into town. Yes, I drove all the way into town. I took in the recycling, stopped by the doctor’s office to leave a form to be filled out, picked up a prescription, did some banking, bought groceries and found, by gosh and begorrah, I was hungry. And sadly I was near a McDonalds.

So I donned the mourning veil I keep in the car for just these occasions and stepped into the restaurant (and I use the term “restaurant” loosely). When it came my turn, and I was in line before the snot-nosed little punk kid who tried to cut in front of me, I ordered a Big Mac Meal (okay, my name is Mac, I’m in McDonalds… what do you expect me to order). Of course, I use my best southern drawl while requesting my meal, just so no one could recognize my voice.

I skulked over to a table with my tray of goodies. I would love to tell you it tasted terrible, but it was really quite nummie. I am embarrassed.

But a truly positive side, it sure cured my constipation.

Oh, and the ferns aren't dead!