Beans!

Again, reminder, waiting for sleepytime meds to hit.  So if I crack out by the end of this... it is SO not my fault.

Preface to the story: I've been craving beans for about a week.  No, it has nothing to do with anything having to do with being female.  I just wanted beans.

So tonight.  I'm kinda sick.  I'm kinda cranky.  I kinda just want a hug.  Well, a hug was just kinda not happening, so I decided to get off my sick ass and go get my damn beans.

I ended up deciding to hit a drive-thru, Taco Bell specifically (Hi Lynn!), for a multitude of reasons: (1) It was raining and why would I want to get wet? (2) I didn't want a whole can, just some beans.  So off I go in the rain, in workout pants, a sweatshirt, nice flats, and no bra.  Yes, that's how sleazy I was tonight.

I get to the little order box and the lady asks if she may take my order.  I say, "yes please!".  And wait... apparently I was supposed to start ordering right away.

Lady: Ready whenever you are.

Me: Oh!  I'm sorry!  I'd like a side of beans please.

Lady: Beans with what?

Me: Just beans.

Lady: Beans?

Me: Yup.

Lady: Did you want... cheese on the... beans?

Me: Sure!

Lady: Is that all you want?

Me: Yup!

Lady:  Just beans?

Me: Just beans!

Lady: Are you sure?

Me: Oh ok, one more thing.

Lady: Yes?

Me: a diet pepsi please

Lady:  Uhhh, ok.  A side of... beans... with cheese... and a... diet pepsi.

Me: Thank you!

(My mother insists that because I flip people off while driving, I'm a Southern Hick Slut - I insist the southern part is my impeccable manners even when creeping people out)

I get to the window and the lady opens it.  I hand her my hard earned dough and she says, "Beans."  I just smile sweetly at her and say, "What can I say?  I just really wanted beans."  She just looked at me, laughed and said, "Coming right up!"

Then I called mom on the way home to regale her with this latest story.  I giggled my way through telling it.  I giggled, while on the phone, all the way home.  I giggled and laughed so hard at myself, I cried.

I then said to my mother, "You know mom, my life would be really boring and un-amusing if I weren't in it.  It's a good thing I'm around because I just haven't found anybody who amuses me as much as I amuse myself."

My mother: Morgan, I've been around for 63 whole years and I can tell you right now, I've never met anybody who amuses themselves and others like you do.  And yes, it's a good thing you have you, otherwise, there'd be no you.

(Ok, so I make dumbass comments sometimes.  Shhhh).

And to end this blog, I have a little song.  (This is dedicated to my mother who demanded I not end a blog with this particular topic because it would embarrass her...)

"Beans, beans, the magical fruit...
The more you eat, the more you toot...
The more you toot, the better you feel...
So eat your beans for every meal!"

(A picture of the beans!)