Comfort Food

Have you heard the one about the man who goes into a bar? He sits down and orders a drink (a Root Beer of course). While he's sitting there he hears, "Wow, what a great shirt!". He looks around to see who said it but doesn't see anyone near him so he goes back to his drink. Again, he hears the voice, "You look like a really nice guy". This happens a few more times and he begins to feel aggitated because there is no one near him. So he finally asks the bartender, "Do you hear that?" and the bartender replies, "Oh yeah, it's the peanuts. They're complimentary."
Yesterday was just one of those hectic and frantic days. I was trying to get a bunch of stuff done in the morning so that we could relax and go to the park in the afternoon. It was just taking forever to complete some simple tasks and get out the door. So finally we make it to the car and decide that what is needed is some good old fashion comfort food to calm everyone down and keep hands and mouths busy for our errand.

Sonic being our fast food joint of choice we ordered our food and got on our way. I took the first bite of my Sonic Cheeseburger--a big one, right into the fresh, soft bun. It was such a big bite that my cheeks felt the warm caress of the bread, and it felt like a hug. It's as if the burger was telling me, "Relax, lay your troubles aside and enjoy the fried, fatty artificial taste of joy." So I took some swigs of my huge root beer and consumed a couple of cheese sticks (OK, a few cheese sticks) and felt much better.