A long and winding tangent

Have you guys seen the Taco Bell commercial where some idiots drive 900 miles for a taste of some new sub-par taco? How pathetic must your life be that you would load yourself in your car with four “friends” to eat that garbage? Perhaps it’s because I live in the Southwestern desert mere minutes from the Mexican border and the home of Sonoran Mexican food – arguably the best Mexican food in the ENTIRE WORLD.

We are the birth place of chimichangas although there is some debate about which restaurant was actually the birther. Also carne seca. Dried in cages on the roof.

Crap. Now I’m hungry.

I also hate the commercial with the insinuation that the brown M&M is naked. It’s just stupid even though I’m pretty sure that is Bebe Neuwirth doing her voice.

Does anyone else have issues with M&Ms? By “issue” I mean do you have to eat them in a certain order? I do and it seems that Ava does as well. Further proof we have some intermingling DNA. I haven’t checked with Kelli but I’ll bet she’s normal about M&Ms – she’s shows off her crazy in other ways.

Just so you know the correct order to eat M&M’s is brown, orange, yellow, green, red, blue. Some may debate the order of the last three, but they’d be wrong. Of course, we are assuming that your eating a regular package of M&Ms and not some wonky Easter package or something where the Mars candy people tempt complete chaos by filling the package with pastels. They think they’re cute but they’re not.

I talk all preachy like I’m a militant M&M purist but, I assure you, I’ll eat the pastel ones if they’re around. It just takes longer ’cause I have to figure out the color hierarchy.

Yes, I’m nuts.

Speaking of nuts….