First and foremost, wonderful news, My Ravennas came!
So I stashed them and Gave Thanks.
This morning, Marcus was clever enough to realize (while I was busy doing my thing and forgetting) that it was time to get down and dirty with le jardin.
Since last Hanukkah with his extended family involved a White Elephant where we received a Greenhouse and some seeds (in addition to the leftover seeds from last year’s planting), planting an herb garden this year is basically free for us.
Except for the fact that we’ll need to buy another three planters for the deck, because this year instead of trying to sprout a total of 24 pods (or whatever they’re called), we’re going for 72.
Behold: The Greenhouse.
In the mix, we planted 18 basil, 12 oregano, 18 tarragon, 12 chive and 12 roma tomato. The tomatoes were an after-thought because they just happened to be a seed packet that came with the kit.
It can’t hurt to try, right? And in a month’s time, we’ll know how we fared, though I certainly hope that the law of large numbers is with us.
Post-planting, we dedicated today to a slew of all things-wedding, which we’ll go into further detail about on Wednesday.
But while we were in-between appointments (Marcus intentionally dropped-out after the first one), Sue, Mom and I decided we needed to slake our thirst. Mom suggested McDonald’s, and since I have absolutely no recollection of the last time I set foot in a restaurant or rolled through the drive-thru, I agreed.
I’ve had weird McDonald’s experiences before…like when I bit into my burger and found a bit of plastic baggie (I really should have sued) or when I tried the Big Mac Snack Wrap.
But I think this one definitely takes the cake.
In case the picture wasn’t worth 1,000 words, I was among many other things, Astonished.
- Confused. Didn’t they stop with the styrofoam packages in the mid-90’s because it was terrible for the environment and landfills and baby seals and all that?
- Mystified. Apparently sweet tea has taken over the joint to the point where you have to order an unsweetened iced tea if you want a regular, plain, honest-to-goodness iced tea. Am I the only one who feels like sweet tea, while delicious, has totally jumped the shark?
- Horrified. For a scale-measurement, the cup was as tall as my head. How can people look one another in the eye and act confused about why our country has an obesity crisis if these are a readily available, socially acceptable choice?
What’s the last thing that surprised you at a fast food restaurant?
I’ll be honest, I want to take a whack at drinking the Trenta. Because that much iced coffee is the definition of sheer insanity.