Today is Survior night. No idea what we’re going to have for dinner tonight, but it will have to be something fast since we don’t get home until around 7pm.
I’m thinking Taco Bell. Or Subway, but Eddie won’t want it.
I finished most of my animals for the big Easter order, and managed to get all but 2 posted online. There’s still 1 that needs eyes and a tail, but aside from that, they’re all set. I’m going to get a group picture of all 8 this weekend, but here’s a picture of the Bunny Baby.
I’ve got an hour or so before I have to get ready for work. Bleh.
The fact that this week’s Photoshop Friday had me laughing so hard I was heard outside is further proof that not breeding is the wisest decision I’ve ever made.
We went to Taco Bell for dinner. If I hadn’t seen an actual Taco Bell job application I’d have sworn that it only consisted of a blank sheet of paper with a single checkbox beside the question “Do you have a pulse and are you currently breathing on your own?” The fact that one of their employees once considered cheese to be a veggie solidified the opinion that they are all suffering from a lack of gray matter, but for the most part they’re able to get things made right with a minimal amount of fucking up. Until tonight. I ordered my usual, the 2 gordita combo meal, specifying that I don’t want any lettuce, tomato, or onions on it. The guy behind the guy taking the order gets confused and thinks I’m ordering something else, and tells the cashier we don’t have the item he thinks I’m ordering. I repeat the order, again specifying that I want the 2 beef supreme gordita meal. Eddie orders a Crunchwrap meal, and we think everything is all set, until they give us the food.
On the tray are identical piles, each containing 2 wrapped items. No sign of the flat box with Eddie’s crunchwrap. It appears as though we each have a single gordita and a single soft taco, when Eddie is supposed to have his wrap and a taco and I’m supposed to have 2 gorditas and a taco. Eddie tells the guy the orders fucked, and the guy says “Didn’t you order 2 cheesey gordita crunch meals?”
*facepalm*
The only thing that they got right is the one thing they usually get wrong - my request for no veggies.
On a lighter note, we saw a rather large women dressed in camoflage cargo shorts and a matching tank top, and Eddie’s reaction was “My god I wish I couldn’t see her. Tell her to go stand in front of a bush.” We also just finished a huge downpour about an hour ago, and Mrs. Comrade is ourside watering her garden. This makes no sense.
Sheleycoat: i’m gonna invent an onion magnet.
Sheleycoat: so that when taco bell fucks up my order, I wave the amazing onion magnet over the burrito/taco/chalupa/whatever, and *SHA-ZAM!* the onions are miraculously lifted from the food.
Sheleycoat: I’ll market it on Home Shopping club or something.
Sheleycoat: It’ll be a Ronco Product.
EdMcBride007: heheh
EdMcBride007: ronco rocks!
Sheleycoat: buy an onion magnet, get a food dehydrater.
EdMcBride007: make onion jerky!
