Friday night I was making supper and the Twerps were outside playing. As life would have it, they kept running in asking, "Is it almost ready?" "We are starving!" "When is it gonna be ready?"
I cannot work under these stressful conditions, so I threw these out on the back deck and did not hear a peep for an hour. Supper was nowhere near ready, so I decided in the meantime to make a little snack for us all until Indiana Jones could get home. I just love me some salsa....Oops. Forgot the garlic salt.Yummy. What? Where are my chips? I know I got chips! But alas, I ate them all with the guacamole last night. Ah. I called IJ and told him to pick some up on the way home.
Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Where is IJ? I will just give it a little taste test....8,421 bites later..
Burp. Uhm, IJ? You can forget those chips.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, "Mom, why are you not eating supper?"
"Oh you know me. Little Miss NO Appetite. I could not bear to eat so late in the evening!"
"Honey, why does your breath smell like Mexican?"