Last Saturday Neal and I ran a bunch of errands ending up at the grocery store to buy some salmon for our Sunday dinner. I was trying to decide what would be good for a quick dinner that evening and I saw some freshly made taco shells that the deli had for $1.50 for two. I carefully put them on the top of the groceries so they wouldn’t get crush because they are very fragile, as we all know. I made sure the shells made it through the check out station with nothing bumping them to break them. I put them on the top of the cart again as we walked out to the car. Neal unlocked the car and the first thing he grabbed were the shells. Before I could open my mouth to stop him he had tossed them across the back seat and I heard them break into many pieces. I almost burst out laughing. All the energy I had put into making sure those silly shells made it home in one piece – gone in a second. Neal felt really bad but I was laughing so hard I could hardly breathe. I kept telling him it didn’t matter that they would taste the same. Just a funny experience that I had to blog.
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