Okay, I’m starting to scare myself.
It’s like this. My husband and I had to go to church Friday night for a choir event. He was running late, so we both drove to a pharmacy near the church to pick up some medicine for me (I have a cold), and then we were going to meet at a fast food place to grab a bite to eat before choir.
As we leave the pharmacy, my husband turns to me. “So do you want to go to McDonald’s, Kentucky Fried Chicken or Taco Bell?” (They’re all located close together.)
“How about Taco Bell?”
“Okay, see you there.”
We get in our cars. I drive off first, pull into the parking lot, go inside the restaurant and wait in line. A few minutes pass, and hubby's still not there. I’m thinking, okay, he’s sidetracked, probably messing with the car radio or something. My cell phone rings.
“You change your mind?”
“Don’t you want to eat at Taco Bell?”
“Um, yeah. Where are you?”
“Taco Bell. Where are you?”
I glance up at the menu and realize that I came within a refried bean of asking Colonel Sanders for a burrito.
My husband is still laughing about it. I'm not.
To be honest, I think it’s Colleen with that whole knife trying to get my chocolates thing. I’m losing sleep at night, I tell you.