I want a taco

Do you ever just want to eat a taco? Duh. If you said no, WTF is wrong with you?

This is my current predicament today. I really want to eat a taco, or 42. You see, there's a taco eating competition at mine and Justin's favourite local drinking establishment TONIGHT. I really wanted to enter, and Justin really didn't want me to... So I didn't... and now I'm regretting this life decision.
But thanks to Lindsay for bringing up TACOS today, I'm now all over this idea again. Great.



A taco eating competition on Taco Tuesday? YES PLEASE. There are three reasons why YES YES YES:

It's a competition.. hi, I'm competitive.
It's Taco Tuesday.. which is always a good idea.
...BECAUSE TACOS

Have you ever eaten a bad taco? No. I bet not. But if you have, don't tell me about it.

Lets get back to the real issue at hand here though... Justin won't let me compete in the taco eating extravaganza, because he thinks I'll eat too many and I'll "get sick". Excuse you, sir.. you don't know my life (except that he does). We are probably going to go watch this whole crazy event take place and if I participate I don't want to spend the night being violently ill feeling sick and listening to him say "I told you so", because I'm pretty sure that actually the epitome of hell.

So here I am, taco-less on Taco Tuesday and day dreaming about those delicious little folded bundles of joy and love.
If you could 'taste' happiness, it would taste like a taco.



Now that I've rambled enough, and written an entire post about tacos... I'll shut up now.

But really though, have you ever seen anyone eat a taco with a frown on their face? Nope, because that's not a thing.