Christmas Memories
I had myself a special moment while eating some Nachos Bellgrande today. And not the kind of special moment that usually involves Taco Bell, either.
For some reason, the day before Christmas Eve, I always develop this urge for Taco Bell, an urge only matched by the cravings for Taco Bell that usually come after one has consumed about half a bottle of cheap tequila. Dec. 23 and a fifth of Giro Tequila means there will be a bean burrito, and probably some vomiting, in my near future.
Today B. made a run for the border. No booze this time, just my usual Dec. 23rd craving. I was on the couch, shoving Nachos Bellgrande into my head, when he said, "I debated whether or not to get the nachos, since they were somebody's favorite."
Once again my spouse managed to articulate my thoughts. I had just been thinking that, for the first time ever, I was eating Nachos Bellgrande and wouldn't have to share them with Whiney, my cat.
Considering Whiney's complete and utter adoration for Taco Bell (which leads me to believe she might have had a Giro habit, too), it's nothing short of a miracle that she lived to be 17 years old.
So, in memory of my cat, here's a shot of her from Dec. 23, 1999:
Much classier than that stupid Chiahuaha, dont' you think?
For some reason, the day before Christmas Eve, I always develop this urge for Taco Bell, an urge only matched by the cravings for Taco Bell that usually come after one has consumed about half a bottle of cheap tequila. Dec. 23 and a fifth of Giro Tequila means there will be a bean burrito, and probably some vomiting, in my near future.
Today B. made a run for the border. No booze this time, just my usual Dec. 23rd craving. I was on the couch, shoving Nachos Bellgrande into my head, when he said, "I debated whether or not to get the nachos, since they were somebody's favorite."
Once again my spouse managed to articulate my thoughts. I had just been thinking that, for the first time ever, I was eating Nachos Bellgrande and wouldn't have to share them with Whiney, my cat.
Considering Whiney's complete and utter adoration for Taco Bell (which leads me to believe she might have had a Giro habit, too), it's nothing short of a miracle that she lived to be 17 years old.
So, in memory of my cat, here's a shot of her from Dec. 23, 1999:
Much classier than that stupid Chiahuaha, dont' you think?
posted by Poppymom at 12:55 PM
5 Comments:
I haven't had Taco Bell since I found a pubic hair in my burrito supreme. I don't make this stuff up....blech!
that's lovely. :)
:)
P.S. I tried to drink a margarita tonight, but it just didn't go down well. After a few sips, I dumped it down the kitchen sink. I must be coming down with something...this is truly frightening!
She kinda looks like she enjoys tequila.
A toast to Whiney!
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