Taco Smell

We drove by Taco Bell the other day. I think they had to fire their head chef because of the failing economy. The newest menu item? A Bacon and Cheese Gordita. And it comes in a plastic wrapper that you can barf in after you realize you just accidentally order the nastiest food item in America.

It's-a Never Too Early For-a Spaghetti!

My office always smells like spaghetti. No matter what time of day. It always smells like someone has just warmed up left over Fazoli's. I go to my desk hoping to find a breadstick in my chair. Alas, no breadsticks, no italian sausage, no spaghetti. I just can't figure out who's popping open the Spaghetti-O's at 8:00 am. But I've got it drilled down to a couple of culprits:

1. Mario
2. Luigi
3. Chef Boyardee

I'm thinking it's the latter choice.

So Chef Boyardee, stop with the italian food so early in the morning. It's not a good way to make friends.

You say Tomato, I say Pizza.

I said I wanted a salad for dinner. Bryan's response? "You want to go to Mr. Gatti's...or CiCi's?"

At this point, I'm not even sure he proposed to me. I think we both showed up at the chapel on the same day, at the same time.

Mr. Gatti's for a salad? I do.

Where is the FDA?

While on the search for Velveeta tonight at HEB, we ran into this:

I vomited. I vomited all the way back to the car.

We never made it back for the Velveeta. I guess we'll have to settle for real cheese.