Debating this issue could take some time, then equal time would needed for snips and snails and puppy dogs tails.
The press of the season is upon us and dashing about here and there must happen instead.
Ho, ho, ho. Meeeeeerrrrrry Christmas!
Tomorrow and over the next few days I'll write about some sugary spicy things.
In the meanwhile the decision must be made: While we're out shopping and meeting and greeting, what will we eat? Shall I pack a picnic basket all cozy and sweet (and time-consuming)? Will we go to an independent small restaurant and risk the usual fifty-fifty chance of having a meal that is terribly inconsistent besides not being inexpensive? Shall we go to Starbucks and get sick and disgusted while at the same time being subject to highway robbery for the silliest drinks known to man or woman? Or will it be a chain restaurant where the dog food is glossed over with colored ink and warmed up for our pleasure.
After consideration of all of these options, the fast food feminist's choice just might be Burger King.