That's what the Togo's girl asked me yesterday afternoon as I waited patiently for her to make my sandwhich. It was a #2, plainest sandwhich I could bring myself to order. And at 1600 or so, it was my first meal of the day.
"Recovering from the third," I replied, in all honestly. She thought that was funny. Luckily it was the last question. I just wanted my sandwhich.
So, actually.. with the exception of being a bit hungover for the middle bit, my Fourth was great. It wasn't very Fourth of July-like, but no matter. I started, and ended, it with my girl. Can't ask for much more than that.
Well, maybe remembering to drink a little water the night before...