You may have noticed you didn't read about me indulging at Taco Bell from Ash Wednesday on. That's right---
Thankfully Eve did not have to go to Duke during Lent, because the stop at Taco Bell on the drive home is a sacred ritual between me and my daughter. SACRED!
It took us until this Friday after Easter to finally break the fast. I can't justify spending money on food when I have leftovers from Easter that I will force-feed my family meal after meal until it's gone. Ham biscuits are good no matter the time of day, and I don't care if you just had one for lunch.
I wish I had my camera on when I told Eve we were going to Taco Bell. I can only liken it to a fairy getting over-excited and exploding, leaving nothing but glitter and sass all over the place. She knows exactly what she wants to eat: one Crispy Potato Soft Taco and one Crunchy Taco. So I can fill her up pretty good for less than two dollars, tax included.
Luckily Eve's friend, Ella, has a mommy who loves Taco Bell just as much as Eve's mommy loves Taco Bell, so it's easy to convince one another to meet for a Taco Bell lunch. You know, for the girls.
And for the record, she CAN and DOES eat all that food. Too bad Taco Bell hasn't realized how much money they're losing by not having birthday party packages with the Griffith women alone.
The one thing that makes it a little easier as far as dealing with anxiety about this Friday's scans is the thought of post-clinic Crispy Potato Soft Taco.