Damn you Burger King!

So I missed lunch yesterday due to work and, since Lady Head was going to a wine tasting, I was on my own for dinner. Lady Head hates Burger King (yeah, I know, how the hell did we end up married?) so it was a prime opportunity for me to reconnect with my old friend. I've been innundated with those midget constructuin worker commercials so the clear choice was the quad stacker. Four beef patties, four slices of cheese, bacon, and no veggies to be found. Perfection.

Or so I thought. Let me tell you something. If you eat something from BK called the quad stacker, when you're done you should feel like you're going to die. I finished the value meal and thought to myself - "I could probably eat another one of those). See, the commercials make you think that it's 4 whopper patties, but it turns out it's the lame regular burger patties. I mean, we're talking the same order of magnitude of those little ass McDonald's double cheesburgers, maybe a double quarterpounder with cheese.

Ash-hole - who called me a chomacheg for assuming that it had the whopper patties and still ordered it - had the brilliant idea of ordering a triple whopper and seeing if they could add another patty to it. ow that would be what the quad stacker should be.

Trip report to follow...

Spring cleaning

Well, it's about that time again. You know, clear out the pipes. This time I'm going to try magnesium citrate. I heard it's basically an all-day poop-a-thon. The plan was for last weekend but I wasn't feeling well on Friday and it was Grandma's last night with us. She came in for a month to provide daycare for Baby Head. It was a good visit. I predicted that I'd have been ready to throw her out after a week or two but I actually didn't want her to go.
Anyways, with regards to the magnesium citrate - Details to follow...