I secretly love the Filet-o-Fish at McDonald's. When the boys want to eat there, I make the appropriate groans, but inside, I'm doing the happy dance and saying, "ch-CHING! I'm gettin' me a Filet-O-Fish!"
Last year in Minnesota, while Jenny's DH was still in recovery after his brain surgery, she and I went down for "breakfast". It was 10:30. We each ordered a DOUBLE FILET-O-FISH. Cracked me right up that at one of the best heart hospitals anywhere, we were feasting on double filet-o-fishes for breakfast. At least we'd've been in good hands should a double filet-o-coronary have reared its ugly head that morning! It was good eatin'. I knew at that moment that we were friends for life.
Tonight, I was reading along on ScrapShare, minding my own business, when I stumbled upon a thread that rehashed old McDonald's jingles.
and apple pies..."
And now I'm jonesin' for a Filet-O-Fish! BAD!