I have that happy, yet gross feeling one gets from giving into the urge to eat fast food for lunch. I had the classic American lunch of burger, fries, and Coke. Oof. Here's my main problem: when I ask for the medium fries, please give me medium. Do not give me the "biggie" because I am a potato addict and I will eat them all. Other foods, I can stop, but french fries? Salted, crispy fries with Heinz ketchup are the perfect food. Give me a dozen, I'll eat them. Give me five dozen, I'll eat them. Mound the kitchen table with them, I will eat them. Needless to say, I had an incident.

And speaking of "biggie" fries, did you know you can order "great biggie"? Remember the small fries from McDonalds that came in the little white paper bags? Those don't even exist anymore, do they? And I ordered a "jr" burger, but did you know that you can get a triple? That's 12 oz of meat! And one place was even offering a quadruple burger for awhile!

This reminds me of the time I asked for a small drink and the clerk responded, "The smallest we have is a medium." She didn't seem to appreciate the bursting blood vessels on my forehead. Oh, and my "medium" drink today was the size of the large drink at McDonalds when I was a kid.

I know this has all been said before. It's all my fault. I caved to the urge. Bad Lisa! This should cure me for awhile.