Because I am not cool anymore, here I am....parked in front of the computer on a Friday night. The Puerto Rican neighbors, on the other hand, are partying it up outside. I don't know them. That would probably explain why I wasn't invited. It's not that I'm an antisocial biotch or anything.
(Oh, yes.....it's going to be one of those posts.)
I am hostile tonight and it allllll has to do with my jacked up, tighter-than-tight, twisted up, on-fire, make-me-cry-like-a-little girl shoulder. Whoever volunteers to give me a decent massage also gets a view of my hooters. I got the 'throw 'em up in your throat' bra, tonight, too! Raise your hands, people!
Adding to that, I feel like I have been working all damned day. I have no idea what I did, but there's no way I could be this exhausted if I hadn't done....something.
okay, moving along to something that makes me less crabby........Food. Yesterday, The Hub played hooky, so we went out to lunch. Now, I can feel comfortable enough in saying that since I have lived in Texas for most of my life, I can judge with certainty whether a Mexican food place is good/authentic or not. (as well as the fact that I have become Hispanic by osmosis...) Anyway, this place we went to eat was called Bohemia Mexican Grill. They give you free mini quesadillas while you're perusing the menu......but not any namby-pamby quesadillas. Homemade corn tortillas! oh. my. goodness. gracious. I love my corn tortillas, but homemade ones? Gahhh.....I'm salivating just thinking about it. I'm just going to go with it and blank out for a second........
::Jeopardy theme music here::
Alrighty then........I had Steak a la Mexicana - which is really tender steak bits with tomato, onion, and jalapeno.......along with corn tortillas (did I mention they were homemade?), rice, and really really really good refried beans. and avocado. I *heart* my avocado. Jesse had carne guisada. That's chunks of beef in a gravyish sauce. He said it melted in his mouth and did I want to try it, to which I said no, because I didn't want him nosing around on my plate. (I really did say that, but then I gave him a bite anyway, because he was looking at my plate with puppy dog eyes.)
I would say that I'm long overdue for a salad, but.........
........maybe I should just have some ice cream instead?