In the madness of moving, getting our house rented out, working full time and maintaining my 8 month old, Kaylee, and 2 year old, Michael, we have at times been forced to eat at Taco Hell for dinner. My hubby is the Taco Hell fetcher, I think because he likes to call his brother in CA from his headset while he is in the car. (Another blog on men and electronics later.) The conversation went something like this:
TH: Welcome to Taco Bell. May I take your order?
DH: Yeah, I'll get a #3 and a Mexican Pizza with no beef.
BIL: WHAT?!?! Who goes to Taco bell and asks for no beef? That HAS to be Jessica.
DH: Yup. I'll also get a been burrito with NO onions and add sour cream.
BIL: Let me guess, that's Jess too.
DH: Yup.
BIL: Doesn't that drive you nuts?
DH: You mean that she alters everything on the menu? It used to but not anymore.
BIL: She is high maintenance, isn't she?
Apparently even the way I order fast food makes me HM. What I want to know is who in their right mind eats beef from TH and LIKES it?!? It seems to me the same thing could be accomplished in your own kitchen by adding some water to dog food, blending it and heating it up.
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That makes you high-maintenance? Bwahahahaha. I guess you're in good company.
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