After an hour and a half of trudging around the grocery store, starving to death and with my tummy grumbling, all the while denying myself any of the goodies I would normally spoil myself with for lunch on shopping day, I get to McDonalds … and they don’t have the Hello Kitty toys yet. I got a Happy Meal anyway. The thought of going home, unloading the groceries, and then having to actually cook something –since I didn’t buy my usual insta-food shopping day treat– was more than I could tolerate on my totally empty stomach.

As I sat dejectedly eating the greasy fries and stomach bomb of a tiny burger, I tried to remember the last time I had a Happy Meal. I think it’s been a year … or very close to it. It was not a pleasant dining experience, though to be fair, that probably had more to do with the fact I was not giggling over a Hello Kitty watch than the food, which tasted just like McDonalds always tastes: not good, not bad, just McDonalds.

They are between toy campaigns right now, so I got a Spiderman/Littlest Pet Shop box with a Master Crane action figure from Kung Fu Panda. It’s cute, I guess. I might take it out of its bag later and poke at it … once I get over it not being Hello Kitty swag.

Next week, I call ahead. I’m not eating any more Happy Meals that don’t come with something Hello Kitty related. My stomach isn’t used to that kind of food anymore, and it’s not exactly happy about the Happy Meal right now. :uhoh: