Thursday, December 30, 2010

dagnabit

I need enchiladas. I suddenly, desperately need enchiladas. I can’t make enchiladas (ask husband - there have been countless attempts). Can someone please hop in a plane and bring me enchiladas????



(I am aware this also fits in the First World Problem category.)



(Rereading this, I am also aware it sounds like I am knocked up. Rest assured I am not. Completely the opposite in fact. We can file that in the Too Much Information folder.)

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