this little piggy stayed home

Ok, I've had it with this house bound crap. You can only observe farm animals in their natural habitat for so long before you're ready to pull your hair out in boredom and frustration. For the first time in two weeks, I didn't feel like sleeping the day away. For the first time since Christmas, I was ready to leave the house for more than a trip to the drugstore. For the first time since God knows when, I wanted a damn cheeseburger.

After a back and forth volley of words worthy of center court at Wimbledon, Mike and I piled into the car this afternoon on a quest for a juicy burger. And yes, I could have simply made one at home, but where's the fun in that? How does that help my whole, stir crazy, problem? It doesn't. So off we went.

In another place and time, I would have just headed to the local fast food place and grabbed a greasy burger and been done with it, but I'm past that. I don't want fast food. Or greasy, frozen burgers. I wanted something epic. And in our little tourist town, on a Sunday, epic means crossing county lines.

Forty minutes after climbing into the car, we were driving around the next biggest town, looking for an open eating establishment that didn't have golden arches or a stupid crown. After finding almost every suitable place to be "Closed on Sundays", we even cruised the parking lot of the local Pizza Hut only to discover they weren't even open for business yet.

My stomach was threatening to eat itself when we finally rolled up to Fatz eatery. I'd never been to Fatz before, but just the facade told me I would find what I was looking for, and fortunately, the looks weren't deceiving.

I scarfed down a bacon barbeque cheeseburger and some fresh cut fries (with a frosty cold Diet Coke, thank you very much) and my sour mood faded away with every bite.

I won't say it was a wonderful weekend. I won't say I'll never be grouchy again. We all know it would be a total lie. But I will say, I feel so much better now and it's all because of a juicy burger.

It's the little things that make life worth living, you know?

Until the next time...I'll be back to my old self again.

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Posted on January 13, 2013 .