McEaster

My Grandma is a fiercely loyal McDonald's customer.

She goes every day. For Christmas/birthdays, I buy her McDonald's gift cards because I know they're the one thing she'll love/use (and because, as I learned last Christmas, Grandmas do not wear fuzzy socks, so let's just forget it!).

My mother has actually uttered the following phrase: Mother, we were NEVER going to consider going to McDonald's for Christmas dinner, and that's the end of it.

And every time we go out to dinner... ANYWHERE (even if we have a holiday meal at home), we hear about how it just doesn't compare to McDonald's.

It gets to be a little grating after awhile.

So I've devised a plan to make Easter dinner more bearable. We're placing bets.

Everyone throws $5 in the pot and estimates how many times she'll mention McD's during the course of the day. Whomever guesses closest wins the big enchilada (which they also do not serve at McD's--just ask Grandma).

I'm playin' to win.

Jesus will just have to understand.