Liz: Hey, what are ya'll doing for dinner?
Me: Daddy and I are going to drive thru and bring some dinner home. Would you like anything?
Liz: No way! I no longer eat at fast food. It's terrible for you. I told you all that last night.
And she did. She told us in no uncertain terms how badly we all eat and how if she keeps up this horrible pattern she will be 400 pounds.
So off Rick and I went to do battle with H&R Block and then a side trip to a local BBQ drive through for dinner. Trying to be nice, Rick called her from the restaurant just to see if she'd changed her mind and if we could bring her something to eat now. Uh, no... No way... Plus, Rick had to listen to five more minutes of how terrible we both eat and how fast food restaurants are going to poison the world.
And besides... Elizabeth had already found herself something to eat.
We arrived home to find the large bag of tortilla chips on the table just about all eaten. The cheesecake was sitting beside it. Remnants of a baked potato with sour cream were obvious, too.
Yep, it's the fast foods that will kill you.
And don't even get me started on how soda will rot your body from the inside out... Just ask Liz. She knows.