Zzzzz. Oh! Sorry, just dropped off.
Not your fault. We’ve had about 60 people descend upon our humble home for our annual long hot weekend, mostly-family reunion, and I am weary. Love kids, but not six of them out of fucking control. Love my family, almost all of the time. Adore my friends, except when I don’t.
Please ignore my snark. I love them all. Truly, possibly.
Spicy? Some of our group dinners are easy massive pots of things, like chili or assembly line marathons, like tacos. After every long weekend I have approximately 30 gallons of salsa left over, in various jars and of various brands.
And in the spirit of today’s prompt, “spicy”, may I present a few of my favourite cartoons…
Life is good. I’m tired. The part of the bass will be played by the chicken.