I read 8 Signs You Are Becoming Boring (Chelsea Fagan) this morning, sent to me by XT over at kristysthoughts. It’s hilarious (both the article and kristysthoughts). And, the “8 Signs” article makes me feel so proud to be so damn pathetic. Ha!
On that note, I was wondering a bit ago why I enjoy lour tortillas with sweet cream unsalted butter? Then it struck me. Obviously! My Dad used to take me out to dinner for my birthday. This stopped when I turned 18. ([insert pissed off statement here.] I have attempted to make him take me out for my birthday since, but to no avail.) One birthday, we were at Casa Gallardo (now closed) and my cousin JA was waiting on us (as a waiter, not as in ‘waiting on us’). The tables all had fresh, warm flour tortillas and sweet cream butter. I remembered how I thought it was so damn delicious. My present that year was my first scrapbook.
I’ve been an avid scrapbooker ever since.
And, I’m out of tortillas. DAMNIT.
On that note, I guess it’s time to do the dishes and mop the floor. But, I am giving myself a great incentive to getting finished quickly: MORE TIME TO KNIT AND WATCH PREMIUM CABLE!
Why am I still blogging!?