If you do ... don't go giving them to me!
A funny thing happened last night. My family wanted Dairy Queen, and since we don't eat out much, we decided to get that for dinner. Rick and I decided to eat while watching TV -- bad, I know -- but that's another story. Anyway, I didn't have a plate or a fork and was too lazy to go upstairs and get one, so I thought, "What the heck. I'm close to my goal. A little bun won't hurt me." I took about 2 or 3 bites and ... ACK! That thing tasted like a glob of GOO! Still being lazy and not wanting to get a fork or plate, I tossed the bun aside and ate the rest of the burger like I should have in the first plate.
Of course, Rick said I was a freak. He still insists Doug's created a monster with me. I always remind him HE bought the book!
But anyway, I was surprised how gooey that bun was. There was nothing good about it. It was like eating a mouthful of paste. And to think we went so many years eating those things. Gross.