Sepsis

Sepsis

There exists a way that is upright before a man,
but the ways of death are the end of it afterward.
—Proverbs 14:12

I went and grabbed some burgers at Burger King on the way home tonight. Amanda was feeling crummy, and I was late getting off work, so it seemed a good excuse for fast burgers. And as is my usual routine, about 1/3 of the way through the burger I pick the tomatoes out because they're predictably horrible. Except this time, as I'm shlorping 1-1/2 tomatoes out onto the wrapper, I notice the 1/2 eaten tomato has moldy sockets where the seeds should be. The wave of nausea was mercifully quick, and gave me time to consider my situation. It could certainly be worse, what with hidden threats like e. coli and mad cow disease waiting in the wings at every bite. Not to mention the fact that every time I consume a quarter-pound patty, I'm depriving mankind of like 12 tons of grain or something. But this time all I've got to show for it is a couple clots of mold. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to induce vomiting in a situation like this. What are the symptoms of mold poisoning anyway? Hallucinations? Dementia? Bloating and cramping? How would I know the difference from any other day?

We drove down to Phoenix this past weekend to get the 30K mile service on the car. Voting with my wallet, as they say. The Flagstaff Honda dealership wants to charge $120 more than Phoenix. Heck with 'em, I say. So we went & visited my sisters, brother in law and nephew & niece. We grabbed some pictures of the kids which I'll slap up here at some point. Harrison wiped out in a huge slick of mud. What a mess. Sometimes you gotta just drive the kids home nekkid.

Burger King exists
To tempt me at my weakest
With wax fries and mold

Jeremy