Today I'll be cleaning and packing up until time to get ready for Valentine's Day dinner.
Hugs and kisses for all of youses.
Inside: one egg fried over hard, bacon, pepper jack
Outside: crappy low-fat sour cream, salsa
This is my first time making a quesadilla, which is weird since I love them and I grew up in New Mexico. It turned out really tasty, too.
I've been wanting one of these for a couple of years and finally ordered one on Thursday. Imagine my surprise when it was waiting at my door when I came home Saturday morning.
Check out the Mr Bento group and you'll see why this thing is perfect for a guy like me, who eats two meals a day at his desk on weekdays.
Shortly after I moved to Seattle, I got a call from my mom. She was letting me know that she found a weird note by the front door and was going to mail it to me.
He'd always said he wanted me to be the first guy he dated (once he was broken up with the girl he was with) but started treating me like an ass. Fast forward about six years and I guess if I'd contacted him I would have either gotten an apology or been killed and made into a skin suit.
You really do find the best stuff when you're getting ready to move.