I'm not a huge fast food person, not that I avoid it at all costs, but it was a cold and rainy and windy day here. Dan has been sick so M and I have been running errands together, her as my interpreter. I had a dermatologist appointment because of a couple suspect spots. Clean bill of health - yay.
Anyways, on the way home I commented I was hungry and didn't know what I wanted. M suggested Wendy's and I said, "ew, your dad won't want that either." She said, "He used to love their chili."
Well, he still does. We stopped and got some. Dan devoured his also. It was so good. Extra saltines in mine.