She flew to an entirely different hemisphere last night. Got to the apartment. Had her first meal at the nearest restaurant. A charming local place: McDonald's.
I am not surprised to find Mickey Dees overseas: if WhataBurger [1] can find it's way to Okinawa (and it did) then nothing is out of reach of the American Corporate Empire.
I am surprised she did not go for something more adventurous. Perhaps seventeen hours of travel [2] took it's toll on her.
Next up: me and the Little Monkey are going to Wal-Mart. And we're gonna buy a floor mop!
Meanwhile my poor baby is suffering a vacation in a Medeteranian climate and will endure a tour of the ruins of Troy. She might even go to the beach. It is all so sad.
[1] King of the Grease Burger!
[2] Minus the four-hour drive to Chicago. Bleh.
I am not surprised to find Mickey Dees overseas: if WhataBurger [1] can find it's way to Okinawa (and it did) then nothing is out of reach of the American Corporate Empire.
I am surprised she did not go for something more adventurous. Perhaps seventeen hours of travel [2] took it's toll on her.
Next up: me and the Little Monkey are going to Wal-Mart. And we're gonna buy a floor mop!
Meanwhile my poor baby is suffering a vacation in a Medeteranian climate and will endure a tour of the ruins of Troy. She might even go to the beach. It is all so sad.
[1] King of the Grease Burger!
[2] Minus the four-hour drive to Chicago. Bleh.
