This just in: Western Bacon Cheeseburgers are amazing.

A confession. I crave these regularly. I will go in jags of several weeks, up to a month even, thinking about how much I’d like one of these, and doing nothing to satisfy myself. But today I went for it. Totally worth it. Alert the media.
I swung by Panda Eraser’s beauty school because it was literally on the way home and left her a note on her car referencing the fact that someone asked her the other day, “How do you make purple?” Love you, you beautiful genius!

I call this picture Glamburger, but Phil Poynter probably has some other name for it.
Normally, I’d be bitching right now about how I totally broke down on my own usually iron will, (only foodwise) and I’m letting my body down, and I know fast food is poison, and I don’t believe in frankenfood and obesity rates and cancer and on and on but … I’m in some type of barbeque sauce-induced emotional coma and instead I’m going to go finger paint with my kidlet.
I’m high on food, y’all.