chipotle & missionaries.

There are two things that I love in this world and will always hold a special place in my heart.

The first one is Chipotle.

Everything there is great. The burritos, tacos, salads, burrito bowls. All of it. Fantastic. If you have never been there, you haven't lived. It's so good. If you are ever driving, and you see one, you MUST go. If for some reason you ever find yourself in Minnesota, more specifically Rochester, call me up and I'll take you. My treat. I'm dead serious. My beloved hometown happens to be graced with two of these fine establishments.

If you have been there and you don't like it, I'm not sure we can be friends. If we are friends and you don't like it, I might have to reevaluate the relationship.

Don't tell me that Bajios is better than Chipotle. Because it isn't.
Don't tell me that Cafe Rio is better than Chipotle. Because it isn't.
And especially don't tell me that Taco Bell is better than Chipotle because it most definitely isn't.


The second thing that I love in this world is any Mormon missionary. Male, Female. Past, Present, Future. All of them. They're awesome. They set aside 1.5- 2 years of their life to provide service for free dollars.

So you can imagine my excitement when I got a twofer. Dinner with my parents at Chipotle WITH the missionaries that are currently serving in my home ward. My love only increased for these missionaries because they share the same appreciaton for Chipotle that my parents and I, and anyone cool do.

And it's Friday the 13th, which automatically makes today a cool day.

I'm not sure this day could get any better.