So I’ve been craving Mexican food all week, but the WMD has had a nasty flu bug that knocked him out and I had to wait until he was better to get him to take me out to eat. While I wouldn’t say he was healed, by last night he just had stuffy sinuses and what’s better for stuffy sinuses than some spicy food?
So we headed over to Las Margaritas, our favorite loval Mexican joint (we have 6 to choose from in a 5-mile radius from our home):
Sorry this so blurry. I got that new camera I was jonesing for for Christmas and I’m still trying to figure it out. At this point, an old man taking an evening stroll through town was behind me asking me why I was taking pictures of the concrete. I think I mumbled something or other about “inspiration” and hoped that would get him to shuffle on, but he just stood there, so I packed up the camera and didn’t get a better photo. I can’t work under such scrutiny.
Since one of my resolutions was to take more everday life type of photos with my snazzy little camera, I thought this would be the perfect place to give it a try. The WMD wasn’t too mortified when I pulled it out. I think he was even a bit amused.
But it didn’t last long:
He’d kill me if he knew I put this up, but he never reads my blog. Ha, ha, ha.
At this point I put the camera down because really, how many photos do you need to see of the WMD eating chips and salsa? Not to mention the fact that he was ingesting them at a high rate of speed and I was a pregnant woman in desperate need of Mexican food. I had to intervene on behalf of the little WMD and get some Mexican in my belly.
And then this came (insert voices of heavenly choir):
I don’t know what it is about their rice, but I always order a double portion and load it down with salsa. That and a couple of tacos and I’m a happy girl. And the WMD was good enough to wait for me to take four photos before he touched his food. I never doubted his intelligence.