So I get home from work yesterday, and we have a few cocktails in the driveway with the neighbors as we normally do. The evening is progressing nicely enough, and we even had company from our (sorta) new neighbor and my nephew agreed to pickup Mexican. We decided on a bushel of chips, salsa, cilantro and a couple of large cheese dips.
An hour and a half and 56 bucks later (between the two houses), and here’s what we got:
two bowls each of cheese dip (the inch high little tubs)
A four ounce salsa
a four ounce “picko dee gallo” as my SIL said on the phone.
And half a sandwich bag of chips. Seriously. The other joint gives us a bushel of chips. We ended up splitting about 27 chips among three people.
Which means I ended supine on the sofa with my neighbors laughing at my snoring.
Fast forward to 4:30am. I wake up on the loveseat, head upstairs, and get in bed just in time for PK to have a god damned duckfit for an hour and half. High five again.
We fell asleep at 6am and got up at 7am. Good times. This boy better get some teeth with a fucking quickness, or this baby daddy gonna flip the hell out.
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