official burger king picture. they're clearly labelled "tenders"

Dear BJ,
Thanks for your suggestion. Let me start by saying that I wish more people would post or email suggestions for stories, like you. Often I run out of ideas and have nothing to write about. Of course, if I get enough stupid suggestions, I could just write an article making fun of them. I think more people fear that possible happening. Still, the use should be a tribute in some way, right?

And now to your questions. You may remember an old story from last year about why I try not to recall Easter very much. It involved an egg hunt gone bad. Of course we can dance around that issue and get to your question. My Easter break was chock full of adventure. It started off like any other break... nah, not really. I had a group meeting at noon on Wednesday, but I soon realized that I had to let that fall by the wayside when I awoke to find ice falling from the sky. I immediately decided to email my group and head home. While on the road, I encountered all sorts of precipitation.

When I got to Williamstown, NJ, I was relieved to see a Burger King. Since I left after breakfast, I was hungry by now (about two and a half hours later). I went in and ordered a Chicken Tender value meal. After three minutes of the cashier punching numbers, I still had no progress. Eventually he put in the order and my meal was on its way to completion. After waiting, I received my Tendercrisp Sandwich and fries. Now some of you may realize that I didn't order this combo. I started to wonder, "Is this another clash of chicken tenders vs. chicken nuggets? Surely I believe that Burger King is a tender place, while McDonalds is strictly nuggets. Shape-wise, I know they have a tender shape, not a nugget." I demanded my correct order, and, after the cashier insisting that I ordered a tendercrisp sandwich, I was given my correct meal.

When I finally made it home it was still raining quite a bit. Meanwhile, in NEPA, there was tons of snow falling. I had already driven through sleet, snow, and rain, so I was glad with rain being the least problematic. I moved my things into the kitchen once I made it home. First, though, I had to change out of my new shoes. When I finally moved everything in, I decided that it was the best time to dig a big hole in my yard. This isn't my idea of fun, but it had to be done because we were having the cesspool pumped. As I dug a hole in the rain, I pondered who would dig a hole in the rain. I concluded, from my recollection of The 'Burbs, that only murderers and fishermen dig in dirt at night. Nightcrawlers.

And when that was done I had to go into my room and start packing up. We were having our carpets cleaned the next day and the rooms had to be emptied. Once I did all of that it was about three something and I was geared up to watch some Sliders at 4:00. Instead, I fell asleep. Driving, digging, and packing can really tire you out if you're not used to doing anything at all. When the family finally came home-- oh Sheba's recovering quite well from her lumpectomy. She got her stitches out and she's back to walking and chewing stuff (not at the same time). We ate dinner, I watched some TV, and my sister brought home my birthday-Easter ice cream cake. We have a tradition of getting cakes for birthdays based on the most recent holiday. My sister would get a pumpkin, mom would get a MLK one, etc.

Read on to Part Two...