Fast Food! Really?

There were at least nine cars in front of me and before long, there were several cars behind me. This is "Taco Tuesday" and it happens once a week, every week, in southern California. Tacos for a bargain price.

Tuesday is my l-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-n-g day at the campus. So the last thing I want to do when I get home is fix dinner, especially now that Mr. Fun is retired. Seems to me that he ought to be held accountable for the kitchen duties on the days that I am at the campus.

Well, today was rather a pain in the you-know-what for him. He had scheduled an appointment with the handyman to come replace several faucets in our house -- in the bathroom and kitchen. So 9:30 this morning was the selected time. Well at 11:30 the handyman phoned to inform Mr. Fun that he would not be able to make it here. So Mr. Fun thought he should give it a go. Bad idea.

Mr. Fun wasn't long into the project when he realized he was in over his head. We are not "fix-it" people. So he phoned our son-in-law who is the vice president of a construction firm that specializes in plumbing. He sent one of their plumbers right over.

When I arrived home at 4:30ish, the plumber was still here. Dinner wasn't even a thought. So after the plumber left at approximately 6:00 p.m. I volunteered to drive to the local fast-food place and bring home a bag of tacos.

So here's the evidence that "Taco Tuesday" is a big hit. But it did not quite seem like "fast food" as I waited in the long line.

That's my story for this Tuesday.
Rosie (& Mr. Fun), aka Carol