May 16, 2018
Wendy sent me this in a text at 11:30 this morning.
“Maybe you can bring this home for dinner tonight,” she added. “Gladewater or Mineola?”
“I think Tyler is the closest one. Way far from me.”
I worked until 5:30, googled Jack in the Box and remembered the one in Gilmer.
It would only add about 20 minutes to my trip home.
“Just look at the ad and text me what you want.”
She texted, “Cholula Buttery Jack and Cholula Fries.”
Sounded good to me. Make that two.
Got home, put food on the plates, gulped it all down, and I asked her what she thought.
” I think I really like my cooking!”
“At least you got one free…”
“You got one free, didn’t you?”
“Are you kidding me, Randy. That was the whole reason I suggested it in the first place. Is you’re brain just not working anymore? You think I was just dying for Jack in the Box hamburgers?”
I thought Cholula Buttery Jack sounded pretty good.
But, my brain got distracted when I had to teach the jack in the box guy how to work the pump pot for the coffee I ordered to drink on the way home.
I think it’s clear, now. One thought at a time. One at a time.