That Time I Wanted Tacos for Dinner

So it was just about a year ago when I decided I wanted tacos for dinner. Rather averse to subjecting myself to the flavors of Taco Bell, I chose to make them myself. I approached my wife and I said:




And she was like:



And so she left and about two hours later she came back and said:



And she handed me the meat and I examined it and was not pleased with what I saw:




And I made my feelings known:




And she was all:




But I was just like:




And so she's all:



But I'm still like:




And then she finally says:



Unfortunately, she was run over by an out-of-control rickshaw on her way back to the grocery store and died of internal injuries later than night. Instead of tacos, I had to settle for a bowl of Chef Boyardee Beefaroni. I'm still a little bitter about that to this day.