. . . and its name is McDonald's Premium Chicken Sandwich (grilled)/Diet Coke/Zone Bars (Double Dark Chocolate). All three of these vices were satisfied before 1:30pm today. I blame the Diet Coke problem entirely one you, Robert. I blame the Zone Bar problem a little on you, because you introduced me to them, but the McDonald's problem? That one is all my own.
Unfortunately, that problem is creating this problem. Uh oh! I guess I am going to have to kick the habit.
In other news . . . I am sure Gary is dead. I am going to dig a hole in the backyard. I don't have the heart to throw him in the trash.
In other REALLY bad news . . . Quinny's tent is breaking down in the worst possible way. And I don't want to break down and buy a new one. I'm not sure what I am going to do about that.
In GOOD news . . . Haley turns 16 tomorrow and I am going to get a really good cake for her! I am sure I am waaaay more excited about this than she is.
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I don't know what you're talking about with the Diet Coke! I don't touch the stuff. How could that bad habit be my fault? - Dad
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