For lo, I have eaten of the Chick-fil-A, and I have left it behind. And verily, I did not taste of the Chick-n-Minis for the cursed hours of the breakfast menu I did miss by score and ten minutes.
Sigh.
But I'm over it now. Because I know I'll get another chance. According to CFA's website, they have locations in Kansas City, and I'll be traveling there in April for a cousin's wedding. God's mercies really are new every morning, aren't they? And you can bet I'll be up earlier next time to appreciate those mercies.
Plus, I'm back in Minnesota today. The sun is shining, the snow is glistening, ice crystals are forming in my bronchi passages. I'm positively giddy! Our high today is 14 (after a low of -6 last night), and we're eagerly expecting 20 to appear on our thermometers tomorrow . Break out the lawn chairs and sunscreen!
And yes, that would be sarcasm pooling on your screen. Better wipe it up before it freezes.
My feelings may be summed up best by this poem my husband sent me last week. (Author unknown; I would guess hypothermia did them in.)
It's winter in MinnesotaI think I'm going to start a petition: "Minnesotans for Global Warming."
And the gentle breezes blow
At fifty miles an hour
And thirty-five below.
Oh, how I love Minnesota
When the snow's up to your butt
You take a breath of winter
And you nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around
I could never leave Minnesota
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!
Or maybe "Minnesotans for Chick-fil-A."
Because if we're going to freeze, we should at least die happy.
