Tacos

The night before last, I dreamt of Taco Bell. Nothing crazy, which is actually pretty unusual for me. It was literally just me eating some Taco Bell. So of course, when Husband and I went Christmas shopping yesterday, we stopped to fulfill my heart's wish revealed in a dream. 

And got all of the sauce ever!

We got a crazy amount of food and used nearly all of that sauce. I know it's not healthy, I know it's not real Mexican, but look at me in my face: I DON'T MOTHERFUCKNG CARE. It is so damn delicious, I will eat at T-Bell for the rest of my life. But, you know, sparingly. No more than once a week. Hopefully.