Sometimes the Fates Give You A Gift

And in my case, it was a small order of fries.  Yep, fries.  Sorry it is neither profound nor deeply meaningful.  After going to the store, my husband and daughter decided that they were hungry.  I was a bit hungry, too, but with food allergies, I don't usually eat away from home without some kind of planning.  Also, I am a food overlord and I think most fast food is from the devil.  However, hungry family usually overrules the overlord.  So we headed to Burger King, which was the closest and easiest option.  I can have french fries, which contain nothing I am allergic to and taste delicious despite their ties with evil.  However, ordering said fries is pretty fraught, because I feel guilty when I violate my food overlord dictates.  And, like most every woman in the country, I think I should lose 10 pounds.  Eating the devil's fast food is not a way to lose 10 pounds.  So, exercising determination and will-power, I did not order fries for myself.  We paid at the first window, picked up at the second window and pulled out of the drive through.  My husband starts laughing, which is not his usual response to fast food.  We are stopped at the exit of the parking lot, so I look over at him and he grins as he hands me a small order of fries.  "Looks like the Fates think need fries today," he says.  I groan and laugh.  I ate the fries.  Who can argue with fate?