Smoke Break

Give me a T-A-Q-U-I-T-O

So this morning after I dug into my wallet and realized that my husband STOLE MY DIET COKE MONEY I sat there in stunned silence. How was I going to get through the morning with no diet coke?

I quickly call Jonathan to inform him that due to his theft, he has to drop whatever he was doing and drive to the nearest store and buy me a diet coke. He gave his Belgian giggle, called me crazy and told me he was in downtown Dallas at a client. Well who cares! There are consequences I tell him. So he gave me his Belgian sarcasm and told me he was on his way.
ya. right.

So then I decided I was just going to have to leave and make a Whataburger run for not only a large diet coke, but while I was out, let's throw in a taquito too, cuz I mean, why the heck not! And I knew it would take me only about 5 minutes or so, as the Whataburger is just right up the street. So I grabbed my purse and walked out and informed the receptionist that I was going to pretend like I was taking a smoke break and I would be back in 10 minutes. If anyone asked for me, I was smoking.

Because seriously, smokers get way more breaks than non-smokers. So I was just doing my part to bring equality back into the work place.

So here I am, eating the last part of my tasty taquito and slurping on my large diet coke.

It's been a good morning so far.