If you like funnel cake, run, don't walk, to your local Burger King. For real.
So I went out this evening, all by myself. I ended up being bad. Very bad. Not only did I shop (for other people's birthdays, so its okay) I decided to run through the BK drive-thru for a coffee, and spied an advertisement for this:
Funnel Cake Sticks. Gentle reader, I did something completely out of character.
I ordered them.
And ate every. single. one.
::hand on heart, eyes rolling in an only slightly exaggerated expression of complete bliss::
Ssssssseriously. So, so good. I sat there in my car, and quite nearly hugged myself in gluten-ous, sugar-fied, deep-fried joy. I was being bad, and I was loving it. All that gluten and sugar, deep fried, just because I can. Don't hate on me for it.
I'll be walking my three miles in the morning.
As I drove home, on a dangerous carb high, I noticed the driver behind me was...shall we say "unhappy" with the speed I was driving. He was all over my back bumper. He tail-gated my backside all the way up Schaad road. Suddenly, I saw the traffic light just ahead, and a (again, completely uncharacteristic) thought hit me. Maybe...just maybe...this traffic light would change at just the perfect moment. I slowed down even more.
I saw my chance for vengeance.
The deep fried funnel sticks made me do it, I swear.
I timed it perfectly. The light did change from green to yellow, and I hit the gas...and the guy behind me could not make it. This intersection happens to be monitored by Big Brother and his camera, so running a red light is costly and the tail-gating truck knew it. He had to slam on his brakes.
I threw my head back in glee....and heard an evil laugh come rolling out of me! It sounded sort of like "muuuaaaahahahaha..."
I have got to get me some more funnel cake sticks. They make me sassy.
Upon my arrival home, I did my best to put on an innocent face. Then, I just blurted it out as I came in the door - "I found the most yummy thing in God's earth for only one dollar seventy-nine cents!"
My man took one look at me, surveying me up and down as he is wont to do - we haven't stayed married for twenty-four years for no reason - and said, crisply ~
"I can see. What's that all over your skirt?"
It was powdered sugar. Lots of it.
I was bad. And I think I will be bad again someday.
2 comments:
oh.YES. We *are* "related". You *just* confirmed it with your drive-thru confessional. *And* your 'promise to do it again'. LOVE the 'tell-tale' powdered sugar all over your 'front bumper', announcing your indulgence whether you vocalized it or not! HAHAHA. Those funnel cakes are now on my Bucket List! [Actually, i had not even started my Bucket List until hearing of these! ;o))))]
Too funny!! Oh you are SO bad!! LOL!! :-)
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