My Mom Used To Tell Me Not To Play With My Food.


February 27, 2021 by sandwichcontrol

But she didn’t know anything about chasing that mashed potato dragon.

The word of the day is: Chimichanga.

[ chim-ee-chahng-guh; Spanish chee-mee-chahng-gah ]
noun, plural chi·mi·chan·gas  [chim-ee-chahng-guhz; Spanish chee-mee-chahng-gahs].
Mexican Cooking. a crisp, often deep-fried tortilla containing a spicy filling of pork, chicken, etc., usually served as an appetizer with sour cream, salsa, melted cheese, etc.

This was taken right before I burned the ever-loving-shit out of the roof of my mouth with the molten “paste” inside the aforementioned chimichanga.

Yesterday I didn’t get around to painting my hives.

I did get a haircut.

And a moustache.

And cupcake icing all over my clothes, phone, and car.

I didn’t have much will to be awake given how dreary the day was.

Let alone get a lot of work done.

I just tried not to be a big grump at everyone.

On a brighter note, my moustache did make Debb the Blebb cry when she looked at it.

The true power of the ‘stache.

This weekend we are beginning the process of spring cleaning.

We’ve got more crap than most people, so we figured we get a head start.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC


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