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One of life’s simple but oh-so-sinful pleasures is a big fat greasy breakfast.  It’s even better when :-

  • you don’t have to cook it yourself
  • there is no need to wash up afterwards
  • you’ve got a healthy breakfast in the fridge { overnight oats } but you know it’s naughty and you’re living on the edge { or as young people like to say YOLO }
  • you can savour every mouthful without interruption from say, an attention-seeking { but oh very cute } baby

Well, yours truly was dreaming of one of these big fat greasy breakfasts the other week.

I had just dropped Bunty off at childcare.  I was feeling a bit rough because Bunty had a somewhat unsettled sleep during the night { she woke 3 times }.

Also, I was still getting over the trauma of being anally probed from the day before { read the TMI details here }.

And it so happened that I didn’t have to start work till 12.30pm that day so I had 3 hours to kill.

Surely, it was a sign.

A sign that said, “Head to your nearest McDonald’s Drive Thru and order a Sausage & Egg McMuffin Meal Breakfast, you naughty thing Ling!”

Of course, I could not ignore the sign so off I zoomed…

Hi, can I take your order please?
Yes, hi.  Can I have a Sausage & Egg McMuffin Meal.  NO CHEESE.
Sure.  Was that with orange juice?
Yes please.
And was that a Large meal?
Um…(thinks to myself…Large is only a Large drink.  It’s not like I get a Large Hash Brown!)…no, I’ll just go Medium please.
Sure.  And would you like another Hash Brown for $1?
Um…(say YES!  SAY YES!)…no, I better not, hehe.
Okay, drive on through please.

Paid.  Collected my order.  Smelt delish.  Zoomed off home.  Practically ran out of the car and into the house.  Dashed off to grab my camera and set everything up on the table.

You see…

I was planning to snap some pics and then send it to the Husband to gloat.

“Look at what I’m having for breakfast whilst you are hustling away!”

If you have eagle eyes, you will already have noticed in the photo that my order was WRONG!

WRONG WRONG WRONG!

Cheese.

EVERYTHING about cheese is wrong in my cheese-hating lactose intolerant cheese-phobic opinion.

I was so CHEESED OFF { see what I did there?! } that I rang up my local McDonald’s to complain.

“I can tell you’re frustrated…” – the manager said.
“No sh*t Sherlock!” – was my imaginary alter ego response but what I really said was, “B-b-but I said NO CHEESE!!”

Anyway, long story short.  They’ll give me a freebie on my next visit.  Yes, I could have driven back to get a new cheese-free meal, but could I be arsed?  NO!

Meanwhile, my stomach was growling.  I was cursing myself for NOT ordering the extra Hash Brown for ONE DOLLAR!  I decided to scrape off that neon yellow nasty melted toxic cheese off the patty and dowse it with ketchup so I could eat it.

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It was a new bottle of Heinz Tomato Ketchup.  It took me forever and a day to remove the safety sticker thing and when I squeezed, I got ketchup juice!  { the watery shizz that comes out instead of ketchup }

Just ugh!!!  Could my day get any worse??!!

But after eating some of the half-salvaged muffin { okay, who am I kidding?  I ate all of the non-cheese-contaminated part } and that delicious Hash Brown, I sipped my OJ and thought…

Wow!  Peace and quiet!  { except for the birds chirping outside like a scene from a Disney cartoon }  I’m actually having ME TIME!  A luxury that is hard to come by these days.

…and I smiled.

Cheesy grins aside { I am too pun-tastic today! }, I actually had a good day after my McDrama.  It involved getting tipsy on pink champers but that’s another story for another day!

Have you ever had one of those days where you are cheesed off at the start but it turns out to be a good day anyway?  Are you also a fan of Macca breakfasts?