For a limited time engagement. According to the guy behind the counter we’re talking 3-4 weeks.

At the food court, The Wife^® had Subway. But she gets her Diet Coke from McDonald’s. (The mix is better there, don’tcha know.)

Because The Wife^® is the best wife out there, she brought me back a McRib with her Diet Coke. That was awesome, but it did guilt me out of making fun of her for going to multiple places to assemble her meal.

The McRib was every bit as good as I remembered it. And as a bonus, I didn’t have to suffer through that poorly named Cheesesteak Mignon.

So don’t bother asking what I’m doing this weekend. You already know.