We’ve made it to Tuesday with no help from anybody. High fives all around! By golly, we deserve it!
Ahh, Tuesday! A day that has somehow become synonymous with tacos. Thank you, Alliteration! (And Rosa’s Cafe!)
And while it may be Taco Tuesday, I still chose to eat a burger at Whataburger. Yeah, that’s right: a burger! What can I say? I’m a rebel. Nobody tells ME what to do! Not even Rosa. (Sorry, Rosa.) I’ll have tacos, not on Tuesday, but on Wednesday just to prove that I’m my own man. Actually, I’ll probably eat at Whataburger again. I may be my own man, but I am also a creature of extreme habit. Sure I want to stop at Wendy’s or Chic-Fil-A or Rosa’s Cafe, but I can’t. The car won’t stop until it comes to a stop in the drive-thru of Whatburger. Curse you, habituality!
The only other thing Tuesday is known for is being the gateway to Wednesday, which, as you know, is the portico to Thursday, and Thursday is the antechamber of Friday.
And that’s what I like about Tuesday . . . it leads inexorably to Friday.