Fast Food, On Purpose

Today, I ate at Arby's for lunch.

On purpose.

I do it every year on/about Dec. 27 to celebrate my dad's birthday. Jim and I go and clink our roast beef sandwiches in a toast to the memory of The Rock.

You see, Arby's was his favorite. He loved him a Beef 'n Cheddar like nobody's business.

Good for my waistline? Not so much. Good for my soul? Yes.

Because of Jim's dad's funeral yesterday, we didn't get there on the 27th, which is always the goal. We assumed, however, given the circumstances, we'd be forgiven for showing up one day late.

It was delicious.

Something tells me on Junior's birthday in February, we will celebrate with a shot of Canadian Club or a pork chop. I'm good with either.

Or both.