I don’t know why it happens. Maybe it goes back to when I was sitting in the dining room, scribbling notes and such before or after my fast-food shift. Whatever the reason, I’m grateful.
And I need to remember not to fight it. I get great ideas in fast-food restaurants. So. Note to self: when stuck, go get a burger. Or McGriddle (yum!) or a cup of coffee, because ye gods does it ever work at Starbucks too…
Anyway. We took the cat to get fixed this morning. Drop off between seven and eight a.m., ick. I had intended to be back before Hope got up, but no such luck. So instead of leaving her to get into things and wake up Bly, I took her with.
Long story short, we ended up at Burger King for breakfast. And I’m sitting there, pondering if the Cheesy Tots are worth the money, (I don’t care for American cheese, so I’m voting no) and suddenly I get this picture of a giant door going up instead of splitting in the middle.
So Flame gets to crawl under a huge stone door that’s stuck so low she’s the only one who can get under it. Claustrophobia, anyone?