Rub-A-Dub-Dub, It's More In-A-Tub!

(Edited to add the photo of the ACTUAL GOODS which I swiped from HeyJules. Go here to check out her reaction!)

My good friend and pal HeyJules grew up in the same neighborhood, more or less, as I did. However, we attended rival high schools - she, the red and yellow (yawn) and me, the Purple and Gold (the crowd cheers wildly!).

Nevertheless, we both share the love of In-A-Tub, even though it technically is on Purple and Gold turf. Those of us with Royal Blood learned to share our riches with the lesser among us, and so the red and yellows and the blue and dark blues and yea, even the blue and whites among us were allowed to partake of its goodness.

Those hot, crispy, greasy, deep-fried tacos with the lettuce, sauce, and oh-so-good powdered cheese that you had to eat fast before they fell apart, and that you had to actually let DRIP into the tub before you bit into one...ahhhhhh.....

The crispy burrito drowned in sauce....the Pocketburger....the veggie stix, the fried cauliflower, the quart-sized shakes, the taco salad, the....the....the....

Really, it's enough to make a girl have a conniption fit RIGHT HERE just THINKING about All the Greasy Goodness!

And so, it was with some fear and trepidation that I read this email from my friend HeyJules today:

Just so you know...

I read your post about In-A-Tub Sunday morning before leaving for early service. I got so excited thinking about all that delicious greasiness and powdered cheese that I found a reason to head down the street it's on instead of heading for home where a week's worth of groceries awaited me.

I got all the way to the building and pulled into the parking lot when I saw the sign on the door.

CLOSED ON SUNDAYS.

I cannot accurately express to you how much I hated you and that blog of yours in that very moment. It's a good thing I love ya to pieces or I would have had to kill ya.

So, tonight, after work, I'm going to Petco ... to get some dog food and then I'm driving home by way of In-A-Tub, and I WILL get my two cheese mild and I WILL get my burrito with cheese and sauce and I WILL eat every last bite of it and then I will blame you and your stupid blog post for the fact that my jeans don't fit.

Oh yeah, I can smell that greasy goodness now...

As I told her, I am only the messenger of good things, people. What you choose to do with the glad tidings I bring is YOUR business.