Cleanse - Day 3

Day three found me at a pre-cleanse arranged lunch at Taco Surf. Man, whenever I go to Taco Surf I get the same thing: the Baja Fish burrito. It is huge and it is delicious. Not this time. Instead, I ordered the Brandy salad which, unfortunately, is named after the owner's daughter and not the beverage.

I never order salads. Men under the age of 50 should not order salads, I feel strongly about this. Not only did I order it but then I had to remove some of the extras. "No cheese for me, please." "Hold that ranch dressing." I might as well have checked my penis at the door.

The complimentary chips and salsa mocked me.

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Later that night at our small group meeting the wife brought in chocolate cake for the group. Chocolate cake! My own spouse! Unbelievable. This would be like Popeye bringing a plate of hamburgers to Wimpy after Wimpy has made it clear that he is abstaining. Just cruel.

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I told my Yoda that I was blogging about her and I don't think she was terribly pleased. Apparently the ways of the Mexican Hippie Jedis are meant to be kept on the down low. Oh well.

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I really need to make a Trader Joe's run...