For the past few days I've had a serious craving for a milkshake. This is thanks, in no small part, to the SNL clip that is posted on this blog and that I strongly encourage you to watch - even if you haven't seen There Will Be Blood or No Country For Old Men.
Anyway, I felt like McDonalds would do the trick. They have a very solid milkshake, although it is not quite stupendous. Yesterday during my lunch break I walked to a McDonalds and they only had strawberry milkshakes, which I cannot condone. I kindly thanked the young lady at the register but declined.
Today I decided to walk to a different McDonalds. A co-worker learned of my expedition and asked if I would get her a milkshake, as well. And so I went on quite a trek. Thankfully my long walk was not in vain, as both vanillia milkshakes (my preference) and chocolate (my co-workers) were available. I ordered one of each and then, stupidly, declined the offer of a bag.
Well, it's fairly cold outside and rather windy, and therefore it was extremely painful walking back and holding a milkshake in each hand. My hands were beet red and I was in horrific and magical pain.
Oh well, I made it back alive and enjoyed my milkshake. I drank it up! (I probably should not keep that line).
My hand looks ok here, but the doctors think it will need to be amputated