Thursday, March 01, 2012
To Have and Have Not
Thank you, Russ! That was really bothering me! I know in print this sounds like I am being sarcastic, but I assure you, I am not. I knew something was wrong but I could not remember the correct word. Now I will write "mettle" on the board 400 times.
Now you must go write "constructive" on the board 20 times. And "be". Or maybe type those words. I'm sure it was typing. Unlike me, who actually had the wrong word altogether.
I do depend on my readers to let me know when I've tripped the type fantastic. I often have to pick a new word, because I can't for the life of me remember how to spell something. Here's one: "racked", as in "I racked my brain trying to think of the way to spell mettle." Is that correct? It always seems like it should be one of the silent "W" words to me.
It's a wonder I can put my shoes on.
To begin with, the McDonald's fish sandwich was invented for Catholics. Sitting in a habit, eating a fish sandwich on a Friday in Lent goes a long way toward our main mission: getting our souls and the souls of others to Heaven. It's "a picture is worth a thousand words" moment.
And a "take a picture with your cell phone" moment, as far as I can tell.
Also, it's a thrifty thing to do. The McDonald's fish sandwich is on sale on Friday's in Lent. We like thrifty. We need thrifty to survive.
I almost feel duty bound to head over to McDonald's on Fridays in Lent. I can even walk there. Talk about thrifty! So what's the problem?
Which reminds me...what do vegetarians do? They never eat meat in the first place. I suppose they give up cheese. Or lentils.
What to do? I think I'll have one. Why? Because I have always referred to them as my 'guilty pleasure', not because of my Lenten dilemma, but because they are loaded with all things McDonaldsy bad. Two million calories. Saturated fat. I'll focus on the 'guilty' and not the 'pleasure'.
And I'll just have the one. Which will make me suffer all the more when I don't have another one.
Or. I'll ask for a Hula Burger.