Hallelujah! The frequently sought after taste of Mexico has made its presence known less than two miles from the Takle Casa. Go ahead and give the Lord a clap offering. Of course, there are other Taco Bells that hit every corner of our wonderfully windy city, but it takes 15 minutes to travel to any of them. As a matter of fact, it takes 15 minutes to get anywhere here. It’s a geographical oddity. But no longer do my taste buds have to endure the drive for the scrumptious taste of perfection cleverly wrapped in a cute little blanket of tortilla – THE MEXIMELT.
Just one more reason I will never fit into those “skinny” jeans again.
In reference to yesterday’s post, my mom informs me that she now knows her problem. “I have rolled over muffins,” she says. “Do wha?” One would think that after turning her on to such television shows as “What Not To Wear” that she would know the phrase “muffin top”. Apparently not. I’d appreciate you lifting her up in your bedtime prayers.