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Hubby and I drove to Seattle today. We were forced to amputate one of his arms and one of my legs in order to purchase a tank of fuel for The Beast in order to get there.

Our carbon footprint is mighty. Mighty I say.

In our defense, with four children we cannot drive a Mini Cooper. Yes, I know, we should have thought of that before having children. Thanks so much for pointing that out to me after the fact.

We got the kids registered at their schools, then we turned around and made a mad dash for home in order to get hubby to work on time.

But before we left the city limits we stopped at Kidd Valley where we shared a bacon burger that was as near to heaven as you can possibly get. There was a party in our respective mouths. I mean it. It didn't hurt that we were very hungry, but still. Heaven. In your mouth.

So we split a burger and shared some mouth-watering mushrooms.

Now you know the real reason we're moving back to Seattle. It has nothing to do with a job promotion and everything to do with the culinary delights to be found in the Emerald City.

Oy Vay. I can feel my arteries hardening as I type.

Comments

  1. Your hardening arteries will survive, despite it all and because of it all at the same time.

    Congrats on your new job.

    I must get to Seattle sometime.

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  2. YES! You must! I'll show you some of the best places for fresh seafood and burgers and we can harden our arteries together!

    Thank you for the congratulations. I know my husband will be much happier doing what he wants to do and that's a big part of this whole thing. I'd do pretty much whatever it took to make him happy. He's the best thing that's ever happened to me.

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  3. Thank you, I feel much better now.
    Reading inhabitants of the most polluting nation on earth complaining about having to pay to pollute, then reading about ripping into slaughtered animals, and then to top it off, the sentiments expressed in your comment above, which, if made at all, should be confined to the marital bedroom. Where's that sickbag?

    (You know that I love you really, don't you?).

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  4. Vicus, you make me wish I was born much earlier in life so that I could have gotten to you before Mrs. Vicus in order to make your life miserable. I mean happy. yeah, that's what I meant. Happy. :)

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  5. Anonymous1:55 PM

    Oh my gosh- I love Kidd Valley!! I go to the one in Alderwood Mall all the time. It doesn't hurt that I get a mall employee discount either!

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