Frosty

6th grade. 7th grade. 8th grade. 

More times than I can remember my best friend, Shar and I, would walk to Wendy's up the street from our houses.

We did this so we could "work out." Not like we needed to back in the day, but it was fun nonetheless.

But because of our "hard working out" efforts, we always rewarded ourselves with our own Frosty and large fries.

We were so smart.

So today, after all of our "hard working" efforts of party planning and baptism preparing, my new best friends and I, rewarded ourselves with a Frosty.

But I refrained from the large fries this time. 

I've grown a bit wiser in my old, can't lose the weight like I used to, age.