guess what i'm eating.......

taco bell!

again...


j, you need to learn how to speak up when you daddy say do you want to eat anything? i already feel bad that he has to go out and buy me something so i can't seem to ask for anything but just say, oh anything you want to eat is fine with me. doh, you're stupid, j! you've had taco bell for like the 12th time this past month. sigh. i'm still trying to eat up every last bite of this burrito. he buys the same thing every time, too. and you might wonder, why don't you cook, J? what's wrong with practicing for your future family? well, reader, my daddy hates it when i cook. not like i ever had an experience before. he just hates it the thought of me cooking. so i don't. so i have to deal with these same, bland, soft tacos every weekend, wednesday and sometimes saturday. (not including the fact that i eat the leftovers -which is also our friends, the tacos - for dinner the next day as well) alright, i'll make a promise. next time, when he wants to know what i'd desire to eat for dinner, i'll say pad thai! (or maybe some boy choy and green beans will do).