The Idea: Lunch — tacos of the fish variety, lime on the side, maybe even a cerveza.
The Scene: Flying Fish Taqueria, corner of Intersate 92 and PCH 1 — The child who will only eat french fries chugs lemonade until he has a tummy ache, starts screaming "I HAVE A TUMMY ACHE I HAVE A TUMMY ACHE!!!" then clutches his stomach and rolls on the floor.
The Promise to Self: Tomorrow — there is always tomorrow.
Posted by Red Chuck at July 30, 2005 12:58 AMfunny!
Posted by: Tina on July 30, 2005 10:02 AM