Fun Fact #4: Daja loves Jack-In-The-Box tacos.
Seriously! More than any type of taco in the world (although Taco Truck comes in a close second).
When I started writing Fun Facts, I meant to put one a week on my blog for a fun little treat. And then I got sick (for half the month!) and started working full-time. End result? I stopped posting Fun Facts.
So here I am, fresh from balancing five 12-hour shifts and the Great Vomit Marathon of 2008, trying to make up for the past few weeks of nothing. Unfortunately, I just got home from 13+ hours of work, I'm alone because my husband is swamped with meetings, and I'm exhausted thinking of everything I need to do the next two days. So my spectacular Fun Fact this week happens to be what I am eating as I write this.
Jack-In-The-Box tacos are a rare treat these days. With our new budget and my new-found love of cooking, eating out has become the exception. But after two marathon days of projectile vomiting every hour, and three days of recovering, mixed in with five days of work... I haven't been in the mood to cook. Or shop. Our refrigerator is empty save ingredients for tomorrow and a package of uncooked bacon. And since I came home to an empty house with no one to provide dinner for, I gave into the magical power of the Jack-In-The-Box taco.
Jack-In-The-Box tacos are particularly special to me because I was introduced to them by my husband. The first summer we were together, we spent most nights running to Jack-In-The-Box for tacos and curly fries. Come to think of it, that strict diet probably explains most of Jim's digestive problems today. But still, when I bite into a crisp, delicious taco, I remember those summer nights getting to know the man God intended to be my husband.
The moral of the story? I love Jack-In-The-Box tacos. And at two for a buck, they are a great value, so I feel like Dave Ramsey wouldn't be too disappointed in me.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.