C'est Bon. C'est Mariage.

"I want to marry that kid. Red hair, glasses, freckles, braces, chubby, and a McDonald's uniform. He is the epitome of amazing. I'm going to marry that kid."

My mother, little sister, and I stopped by McDonald's today. I'm not much of a fast food eater, especially of McDonald's, but today I made an exception. I ordered the fruit and walnut snack pack and it was handed to me by the most handsome McD's worker of all time.


Here's a rough sketch of my man to be. It's a shame that I didn't catch a glimpse of his name tag. I believe he works at the MacDo on Hill and Fenton. I will hire a search party (or private investigator) to tell me all about him. I am the future Mrs. RedheadMcD'sWorker.



[By the way, I am off my anti-sarcazmic meds, so sarcasm is oozing out of me as I type. Just a warning.]