Do NOT tell the Beach patrol (OR, leave me alone while I am deluding myself and pretending none of this is happening...)
Taco Bell, incoming. It will NOT - repeat, NOT - be salad. There will be cheese sauce. There will be rice, and not brown. There will be white flour tortillas, and perfectly seasoned non-low-fat ground beef. It will be good.
ETA: as soon as Greg gets here with it.
In short, I feel a rip tide pulling me off the beach temporarily, and it smells like a cheesy double beef burrito. I'll float my way back up on the beach soon. I promise.