day 3: tacos.

my sister isn’t the kind of person to buy into those “it’s either spend $4 on a microwave meal or eat mushed peanut butter and jelly” commercials. she doesn’t eat peanut butter and jelly, refuses to clean the microwave, hates mac and cheese, and will never touch a hotdog. you’d think lunch at work would be a disaster, or expensive.. but no.

me: what’s up?
val: eating lunch.
me: what’s on tap?
val: i had tacos.
yep. tacos. at her desk. i love my sister.