So low that last week I decided that I would name my first born girl Wendy. After Wendy's. I ate there 5 times in the last week. At least. I love their spicy chicken anything. I was there 3 times in 2 days. So very sad, yet so very good. Not going to name names, but someone else ate there just as much as I did last week.
I sent this text to that person on my last Wendy's run:
Yep, I did. Again.
Stop judging already! It's convenient.... and quick... and cheap...and it tastes good! I love Wendy, and she loves me back.