Oh, dawg, puppers. Last night my mom was just chopping and chopping and chopping and I was FOR SURE that it was FINALLY taco day and she was chopping up all the fixings.
It turned out to be steak night. Or some kind of steak rolled around veggies night. Or something. Something that was clearly NOT tacos. And something that did not even come close to being a taco. Or to being mine, by the way.
Mom swears taco day is soon. Not soon enough as far as I am concerned. Just saying.