This is not a very shocking confession.
I am addicted to Wendy's - the restaurant.
I love a single with cheese and everything or just cheese. I love the fries - especially with bleu cheese dressing. I love the Baconator, even though it makes me sick (see "Bad Case of Diarrhea" from yesterday) most of the time.
I just love almost every thing about their food.
Two exceptions: salads and chicken products.
I'm just not wild about their salads. They're kind of, well, meh.
And, I had a chicken sandwich about 12 years ago. It was quite tasty and I love the fact that they use real pieces of chicken and not "beaks 'n feathers". But, I had that sandwich at lunch at work one day (before Buddy was born, even) and it made me so sick, I had to leave the office at mid-day and barely made it home to have a "Bad Case of Diarrhea" in my own bathroom.
It turns out that two of my co-workers had eaten chicken from the SAME Wendy's that week and they had also fallen ill in the same manner.
I love Wendy's so much that when I was pregnant with Sissy, I stopped by one almost every day for the fries. We joked that Sissy would be born holding a Wendy's french fry in her little newborn fist.
She wasn't, of course, but I wouldn't have been one bit surprised!
On our way home from Disney World, we drove the 13 hours home in one day and decided to stop for just one meal about mid-day.
The Evil Twin realized that I had been without Wendy's for a week and generously stopped at one along the way home so I could get my fix.
He knows me too well! :-) And sadly, he has come to be completely worn out on Wendy's because of my addiction.
But, he puts up with it.
Here are two reasons why: