Dear me,
Yup. Mommy pulled another silly. The other night, as Dada & I were driving out for our date night, we stopped to grab dinner. Chick-fil-a. Salad and french fries for me. We ate in the car on our way to our date night. I devoured the salad first. Then it came time for the french fries. The deliciously fresh french fries. I grabbed a packet of ketchup and, not wanting to drip on my nice white shirt, I squeezed a blob in my mouth before biting off a mouthful of glorious french fry. But wait. This does not taste right. The ketchup tastes a little off. No no. Not a little. The ketchup tastes VERY off. While choking down the french fry and sauce, I frantically rummaged through plastic bag to locate the ketchup packet. I read the label and do a double take. I then search for every remaining packet in the bag to check their labels. Mayonnaise. I did not squeeze tomatoey goodness into mouth. I swallowed a mouthful of MAYONNAISE [and a small amount of french fry]. Upon this realization, Mommy had to fight the gag reflex pretty hard. I have never heard Dada laugh so hard. Now that I have revived from this horrible experience, I must admit it was pretty funny.
Love,
Mommy
