Yeah, I'm Eatin' Out Of The Trash. Ya Got A Problem With That?

Yesterday I took the kids to the park for lunch. Only I didn't eat lunch at the park. I sat and watched them eat their corn dogs and day dreamed of the leftover taco stuff I had at home waiting for me. I was starving by the time I got home. I couldn't wait to dive into those tacos. I got all the stuff out, meat, lettuce, cheese, olives, salsa. I heated the meat up in the microwave. Then I went to get the taco shells out of the bread drawer. They weren't there! When we had tacos the other night for dinner, I put the tortillas and the hard shells both in the bread drawer. For some reason, Addison really likes playing with the box of hard shell tacos. I have found it in several different places all over the house. Well, I was hungry. My meat was warm. All the other ingredients were just sitting there waiting for me. So I quickly searched the whole house over. I looked in all the other kitchen cabinets, under the couch. In closets, in the bathtub, in her dresser. I was getting really angry and my taco meat was getting cold. DANG IT! I really wanted those tacos. I couldn't eat them on tortillas because the kids finished those off yesterday. Should I just eat the meat and all the stuff, shell-less? Nasty. While I was wandering through the house debating, while still trying to uncover the shells, I found a piece of trash on the floor. So I picked it up, walked over to the kitchen trash, opened it up. And there, half hidden under the refuse, I could see the top of the taco shell box. THE TACO SHELL BOX! So I pulled it out, tore off the used band aid that was stuck to the side, opened it up, and ate my tacos. They were really yummy.