I knew I was losing it when I put my blinker on in the Jack in the Box drive through while rounding the bend toward my four tacos. Yes, Jack in the Box. Yes, four. FOUR. I know they secretly take people’s picture when they order four of them. I considered picking them up incognito but it seemed too much like a Will and Grace episode. Dammit, if I’m putting trash in my body, I’m not paying more than two dollars to do it. There was no chocolate, and Jack in the Box was right there. I was having a moment.
Also, when you are emotionally fragile, do NOT listen to Christian radio. I inadvertantly started singing along with a sappy song as I pulled into my driveway and, well, just don’t do it people. I ended up hugging my cleaning lady in tears and confessing to the four tacos. She made me leave the kitchen.
I am reconsidering Operation Emotional Supernova.