Is That a F&*@ing Grape!?

I LOVE LOVE LOVE ARBY'S!!! I first discovered Arby's and their fabulous curly fries as a Sophomore in high school and about 20 lb. lighter than I am today. I then went on to realize that I preferred my beef and cheddar sandwich's in pairs and without the BBQ sauce. I treated myself almost weekly to their jalepeno poppers and horsey sauce. Then, while living in NJ, I suffered from a severe addiction to the Chicken cordon bleu sandwich. This ordeal made me reinstate my no fast food rule for the 27th time that year. Then, about 2 weeks ago, I discovered Arby's Market Fresh Chicken Salad Sandwich! Surely an exception could be made for such a wonderful treat. I am not even sure if this sandwich of the market fresh variety can be considered "fast food." Yeah, You could have this item handed to you through a small window while you sit in your running car listening to your favorite musical tune, but the fast food rule must have a "not fried" clause or a "wheat bread" loophole. I quickly rethought my diet rules and decided to purchase one of these chickeny, lettucey, delights. I fell fast. I fell hard. I never looked back. Finally, last Saturday night, my boyfriend introduced me to the chicken salad WRAP! It might not have been such a good idea on his part seeing how from then on he has had some pretty steep competition for my love and devotion.

As I was devouring this wonderful treat I couldn't help but to tear up. Along with the normal chicken and mayo, I bit into apples, walnuts, and grapes. Yes, Grapes. It is safe to say that I am border-lined obsessed and you may find me passed out in a vat of this concoction on any given day ... except Tuesday. That's Magic Meat night. I will not go into detail on this delight because I don't want you scavengers getting in on this wonderful occasion. As for the Arby's chicken salad, I can share the wealth. But if I see you in line at Arby's I will point to the window and ask "Is that a guy pooping on your car?" Then I will steal your spot in line so quick that you will swear that I was some sort of mythical creature.