I went to McAlister’s for lunch today.

McAlister’s is probably my favorite place to eat.  I had not eaten there, nor even heard of it until I moved to the south.  Now, I can’t imagine life with out it.  I eat there at least once a week.  We eat there so often, Brock is now sick of it, and wishes we could pick somewhere else when I meet him for lunch.

I always order a McAlister’s Club with no mayo, a fruit cup, and a diet Dr. Pepper.  I can’t imagine a more perfect meal.  On really cold days, I’ll order a deli meal with a soup cup and deli-roll sandwich.

Why am I writing all this about lunch, you might be wondering?  Honestly, because I couldn’t think of anything else to write about.  I’d rather leave out all the depressing and worrysome things that keep me up at night.  Lets keep this on the up-and-up.

Or something. ><