My alarm sounded this morning and I flipped the snooze. I laid there for 6 more minutes before deciding I might as well get up and pee. I get kids up, I let dogs out, and I start getting dressed.
Then the strangest thing happened... no one was gritching. Silence and manners could be heard instead of grumbling. I should buy a lotto ticket.
I managed to get ready for work, get all of our lunches together, and drop kids at school BEFORE 7:15 am. Then I started driving across town. The day after the big taco let-down, and on the heels of the most uneventful morning ever, I slowly turned at the light on the north side of town. ( I don't really have to be overly detailed here, there is only ONE light on the north side of town. ) I didn't want to get my hopes up too much. I gathered my thoughts, and as I approached... I took a deep breath, and slowed down, and that's when I saw it....
The sweet, sweet lights of Ortega's Taco truck. The magical mythical beast of the land. There it was, in all its glory, lights shining brightly in the early morning drizzle. (Don't judge the picture. You don't come here to this blog for photography!) I ordered my usual, and because the smell of fresh sizzling piggy oinky bacon filled the air around me, I asked for a slice, to top off my majestic taco. When the artistry was finished, I approached, and was handed my brown lunch bag filled with my taco, some napkins, and 2 red sauce... and that's when he said it... he cemented my belief in the mighty taco... he said... "She's a beauty!"
Indeed. She was.
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