So today, I found myself in line at the Taco Bell in Union Square with all the high school and NYU college kids, not to mention the skateboarders and the random characters that patronize the establishment. I had not been to a Taco Bell since the early nineties and forgot what the menu looked like. I order three crunchy tacos and a burrito supreme to-go. I rush home salivating and hoping Super Frenchie would be too busy to notice what Ive brought home.

Yes, he's in the middle of a meeting, so I rush to the bed room and start munching on my yummy tacos... oh soooo good, yet sooo bad. I don't know that he's even eaten at Taco Bell. I know I'm going to pay for this later. But I cant help it, its what baby frenchie wants. I hope this craving will pass quickly but for now Im a super cheap date :)

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