Today was a very, very good day. I had to run errands on my lunch hour (and by “running errands,” I mean, stopping by the liquor store for a bottle of tequila and a four-pack of New Belgium sour beers…don’t judge), so I didn’t have time to make lunch at home as I normally would. Instead, I hit the Culver’s drive-through for a grilled chicken sandwich and an order of sweet potato fries. Imagine my sheer delight when I dug into the bag and found THIS happy surprise!
Why, yes…that is a regular french fry mixed in with my sweet potato fries! SCORE!! Lest you think I’m being sarcastic, I could not be more earnest even if my last name were Hemingway. We need only flashback to 2017 when Tara ordered tater tots and found a wayward french fry mixed in, which I promptly snatched away before she even knew what was happening. That was exciting enough to warrant a blog post, and today is no different.
I can’t be the only one who geeks out over accidental side dish comminglings, right? They’re just such an unexpected bonus, like finding a dollar bill on the sidewalk. Makes me feel like a kid on Christmas morning! And any combination works. If the reverse had occurred and I’d ordered regular fries but discovered a lone sweet potato fry, I’d be just as excited. Equally great: a curly fry in my potato wedges or a jalapeño popper in my steak fries. I swear to god, if I ever find a random cheese curd in my onion rings I am going to squeal with delight and might even do a little dance of joy (badly uncoordinated) because it’ll feel like I just won the freakin’ lottery. I don’t know what it is, but that fried hitchhiker always tastes so much better than if you’d just ordered a whole platter of them instead.
I just wrapped up my second full week at CenturyCo. I am feeling very much at home there. Kind of amazed how quickly that happened.
I have to get up at the butt crack of dawn tomorrow to drive Tara to the airport. She’s flying to Tacoma for a few days to celebrate her mom’s birthday and the flight departs at 6:40 a.m. Because I’ll already be up and the weather is still unseasonably warm, I’m going to head up to Spearfish after dropping her off to hike up Crow Peak. It’s a 6.8-mile hike with a 1,500′ elevation gain and allegedly spectacular views from the summit. They’d better be, ’cause that is going to be one intense workout.
Still not sure if I’m writing every day this month…
Mark My Words 
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