Yesterday was Memorial Day. Memorial Day reminds me of burgers, which explains the desire for burgers we encountered yesterday. My failure to plan in advance for this desire led us to good 'ol Burger King.
Let me tell you, we snarfed down those Whoppers like nobody's business. Guess what? I felt free to eat that Whopper. Thoughts of "This meal could negatively affect fertility" were replaced by "This meal might shorten our lives, but boy is it good!" I don't think fertility even entered my mind.
What is that you say? "Welcome to normal life"? Why, thank you. I'm happy to be here.