I'm walking away from McDonalds with a yummy McGriddle in one paw, and a large soda in the other. The food is unwrapped and reaty to be nommed. I slowly raise it to my lips, anticipating deliciousness filling my palette. The next thing I know, I'm on the ground, McGriddle five feet away, soda spilt and cup destroyed.

My ankle has struck again.

It adds injury to insuly by hurting. It still hurts as I sit here now, lamenting my lost meal. I say lost because I did not have the money to replace it.

I bet that McGriddle was delicious beyond belief. I hope the ants are happy.