I wasn't going to admit this because it really is rather embarrassing, but I find myself whining enough around here lately that I figure if I don't give you the opportunity to laugh at me you'll all leave me, so...
I'm driving home from the grocery store today and go to take a drink of my milkshake (which I used to bribe myself into going to the grocery store in the first place) and because I'm a good driver who was watching the road (or my cell phone) I grabbed the wrong cup without looking and took a big gulp.
Let me just say I don't even remember the last time I ate at Back Yard Burger, and the age of the drink that was left in my car may have to be carbon dated to be confirmed. NASTY. It was so bad I couldn't even identify what it used to be, although I'm sure at some point it had to have been sweet tea, since that's all I ever drink there. When I got home I poured it out in the yard and the stench was enough to run off the wildlife. Blech blech spit bleeeeech.
I need a taste bud transplant.