What happens when you eat a whopper at midnight?
Okay, well, not a whopper — a double whopper.
Plus one more patty.
…making it a triple whopper.
Post-Christmas party, the husband and I thought they sounded like a great idea.
And they were. But do you know what happens when you eat a triple-whopper at midnight? You dream about doorbells.
Not once, but twice, I almost got out of bed to check the door.
Okay, well, maybe once I actually did get out of bed to check the door. Which was funny because husband had also gotten out of bed. Though he was going to get water, while I thought I was following him to the door. He was a bit confused about what I was doing. I’m a bit of a bleary-eyed sheep at 5 in the morning.
Apparently, I been thinking bout my doorbell (<-White Stripes moment).
Slept like a log though otherwise, and now I’m saving money on breakfast (because more food == ew). Yep, triple whoppers @ midnight is a solid, solid plan. I’m sure this will in no way shape or form come back to bite me in the ass.