Remember the time Ashley and I decided to drive across the country with 2 kids, 3 dogs, and a cat? Remember when we stopped for lunch at Taco Bell and it immediately gave me a migraine? Remember when Ashely was driving and I was sick in a clear Ziploc bag while my children were screaming because the DVD player was broken with Marty Cat meowing like we were killing her in a slow painful death and the van reeked of puke and dog breath. Yea... that was fun.
Ever since that trip I swore off Taco Bell. I just can't take it. I once had a deep deep love for their Taco Pizzas at 3am. I think we ate there at least once a week growing up. During my broke college years I would scrape together coins to grab a 49 cent taco because it was a stone's throw from my apartment. It was time to part ways and we did. Till I moved here.
It seems as if Taco Bell has an undercover deal to infest every military base I've ever been to. Korea is no exception. After months and months of the smell of kimchie, I caved and went back to my Taco Pizza. It was nice and just as yummy as I remembered.
However, I am officially stating on record that we are broken up again. This time forever. I can't handle the fake food and cheese. It hurts my tummy, it makes me feel gross for 48 hours. The number one reason we're breaking up: It makes Brad poop 5 times a day. I'm done wiping hinnie 5 times in an afternoon - unless it was on a tinie tiny newborn hinnie then I would reconsider. Goodbye Taco Bell. I know we'll cross paths but I can no longer enjoy your cheap lard filled food. No Quierro Mas.
4 comments:
You are too funny! I ate taco bell every sunday after church in England. I feel the same way about Pizza Hut. It makes me feel sick for the rest of the day. Thankfully though it doesn't have that same reaction on my kids as taco bell does on Brad. Just wait to you get to the states and get some real Mexican!
I also gave up on the mexican pizza...but I still love those crunchy tacos.
It was a clear zip lock bag??!!
AHHHHHHHHHH!
I know! I didn't have anything else and she couldn't pull over fast enough. Ashley is a saint! If we weren't in the middle of nowhere-ville Wyoming I think she would have pulled over and took off running. The fact she still talks to me means she is a very forgiving and forgetful person ;-)
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