I have a confession to make: I kinda like Taco Bell. Every so often, I feel the urge to drop by and just see how it is doing, and partake of its bounty, before we go our separate ways. I will make it clear at the outset that the Husbandlet considers these visits highly illicit. However, they continue; though never in his presence. I wouldn’t say that my relationship with Taco Bell is anything but intermittent … certainly not in any way intimate.

So imagine my shock when I received this today:

I was equally taken aback when, upon opening the packet, I merely found hot sauce inside, instead of the two-carat Tiffany sparkler I’d had in mind.

Oh well, I guess I’ll keep these (and the guy who gave them to me, of course):

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Any guesses about what happened here?