I’ve been keeping a secret from Cowboy. I’m not proud of it. I say this in present tense because I will not stop keeping this from him. But I do feel the need to share it with you. It kind of lessens the burden on my shoulders. And you know what they say…
Actually I have no idea what they say about sharing secrets but I’m coming clean anyway. Or, as my catechism teacher would say, making confession. I loved that woman. She was so elegant and wore the best shoes ever! I wanted to be just like her when I grew up. And yes, we were raised Catholic. Aren’t most hispanics?
Let’s get down to the nitty gritty of my confession- this secret has become a weekly thing. And I can tell you from the core of my honest heart that I do not think twice about it. Not even a smidge.
It’s not a secret that would make Cowboy lose his trust in me or worse, make him regret choosing me as his life partner. It’s really not that big of a deal now that I think about it but I do feel the need to come clean to someone. And I choose you. All of you.
Speaking of clean, have you ever smelled the Capri Blue Volcano laundry detergent? Holy smokes, that stuff smells amazing! And the clean smell lasts for days. Pop in to 21Main in Salado and Kaye will hook you up. The hand soap is pretty amazing too!
Let’s get back to my dirty laundry…heehee-
I promise you it’s not major. So no, I didn’t buy a house without consulting him (like he did). I didn’t buy a jeep without calling him first (like he did).
Okay, here we go…
Every week I stop by Rosa’s Tortilla Factory on the way home to pick up some mexican food. They have gotten to know me by my order because I don’t deviate from it. Cowboy and I are creatures of habit when it comes to our bellies. Two beef tacos and 4 fajita tacos. Wrapped separately.
Why separately you ask? Because that’s my secret. It’s the darn tacos! I scarf down those crispy beef tacos faster than Cowboy runs out the door when I ask him to hang something on the wall. Y’all I love those things. But I would never want him to know that I eat as much or more than him. So, I eat them before I get home, throw away the evidence and no one’s the wiser.
ME: (Walking thru the door carrying the Rosa’s bag) Hey honey, I’m home.
COWBOY: Great! I’m starving. What we’d get?
Seriously y’all I have never deviated from the “Rosa’s meal plan” in three years so he get’s the same answer to the same question he asks me every week.
ME: I thought I would change it up today and get you three fajita tacos.
COWBOY: (Opening the bag) That’s pretty much what I always eat.
ME: Really?
COWBOY: Yes, and you always get two beef tacos and eat them on the way home.
Shoot! How did he know that?
’til next Sunday y’all- Tammy ๐
