So, I've received an overwhelming influx of requests (read: 3) that I provide an explanation for the post entitled, "This taco tastes like shit." As many of you may already know (because I'm a boast and a braggart), my darling little furball, Bella, uses a litter box. A couple of weekends ago, we had momma R over for her birthday and R-R made his infamous chicken tacos.
Whilst cleaning up at the end of the night, I noticed that Bell had done her biznazz on the lip of the litter box. There were no paper towels handy, however, I was on my way to deposit a stale tortilla into the trash bin. I bent down and used the makeshit [sic-for real!] flour paper towel to dispose of the turd. I mean, why waste a fresh paper product? I'm so gree--er, brown?
My hand hovered over the trash about to release, until I realized what great imagery this was. Delighted I screamed, "POOP TACO!" while waving it around in the air. Then, R proceeded to slap on the left over toppings, browning guac, some refried beans, some shredded cheese, etc. Yes, yes. I realize that people are starving around the world and here I am, putting food on poop. I never said I was mature, or good.
There were subsequent "pretend-to-eat-the-poop-taco" photos that didn't turn out. It was good for a laugh and only lasted for about 3 minutes. It's the little things in life that count, right? So now you know, and knowing is half the battle.
photo via jjjjound